THE SCRIPT
A stage is set, the lights are low,
A script we'll follow, soft and slow.
No need for pretense, just raw desire,
A flame ignited, burning higher.
Even if scripted, the passion's real,
A story whispered, emotions we feel.
We'll play our parts, with hearts aflame,
And whisper softly each other's name.
No holding back, no gentle sway,
We'll lose ourselves in this sweet play.
A dance of longing, a whispered plea,
Just you and I, eternally.
Though words are written, and acts defined,
The connection forged, will intertwine.
In this shared moment, truth we'll find,
A love expressed, of heart and mind.
Copyright ©
Laura Wooders
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