The Secret Meet.

She ran away to meet him on the sly,
Heat on her body, twinkle in her eye.
He pulled her gently towards him,
She came even closer, on a whim.

His gaze locked with hers, 
reflecting his intentions to err.
She wanted to tear away,
But she couldn’t…in his arms she lay.

He tucked away the hair framing her face,
Every action, an attempt to win this one-man race!
She came closer, softly grazing his cheek,
Blown away, like jelly he became weak.


She wrapped her fingers around his,
Pulling him into a long, languorous kiss.
He responded with a fierce passion,
Her resolve faltered, like Hitler’s compassion!

He pulled her closer and closer than ever,
becoming one with the very heartbeat of his lover.
They were playing a torturous game,
Like a dangerous dance atop a flame.

Sometimes barely strolling, sometimes running,
they teased each other, with shameless cunning.
And as their passions rose to breaking point,
the skies thundered, refusing to disappoint.

They lay together, rejoicing in the aftermath,
the soft breeze promising to keep their secret intact.
And as the sun went down the horizon, 
They drifted away, their desires just as brazen.