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Time together is the most precious time of all,
fleetng moments to be grasped,
secret, only seen by those who happen by
oblivious to the circumstances of what they see.

Ordinary to the uninformed eye,
two people rapt in each other sharing a common purpose,
a purpose that hides from the rest of the world, for now.

The joy of stolen hours, illicit pleasures made exciting
by the latent dangers, dangers that are knowingly ignored.
Commitments made to othersmust be honoured,
but, do these deeds not dishonour those commitments
in a way we do not wish to comprehend?

The denial of mutual pleasures,
the simple call to say, 'How are you?'
The holding of hands in public,
the litttle squeeze that tells all without words,
the overt passion of a greeting of hello or au revoir,
but never goodbye,
all relegated to a privacy behind closed doors.

Two pairs of eyes ever watchful for the familiar,
two silent voices unable to tell best friends.
The world does not need to know, yet,
the world may never need to know unless,
unless the illicit assumes a legality
and the consequences for others are not only acknowledged
but faced in a way as yet beyond contemplation.

The legality may diminish the excitement
that has fed the illicit, and then what happens?

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