Passion's Flames
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 flame.
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