Secret Rendezvous
I was happily married, but there
was something I adored.
I couldn't resist the temptation,
of needing something more.
So good to feel on my warm
lips, I couldn't wait.
In the middle of the night, I
didn't feel guilty, or hesitate.
I snuck out of the bedroom, not
wanting to wake my wife.
My conscience didn't bother me,
as I dreamed of this, all night.
Quietly I went downstairs, for
my secret rendezvous.
Open the refrigerator door, and
had three scoops.
Michael Tor
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