Passion
A touch, soft and tender.
A whisper, full of desire
A gasp of sweet surrender
As passion fuels the fire
No words spoken between them
No promises to be kept
No lies being told tonight
No looking back - no regrets
Longing to hold each other
Such precious little time
Both vowed to another
Being lonely their only crime
Tomorrow bringing sorrow
A brief moment of shame
With the memory of this one night
A release from passion's flames
Copyright © Kristina Gilpin | Year Posted 2008
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