Stolen Moments

Stolen moments

The day was so hot, the sky was bright,
she dropped the blinds, to cut the light.

A perfume spot, placed upon each breast,
so naked she lay, upon her bed to rest.

Though it was still early, not even noon,
I said I would be there, that afternoon.

I’m always late, clock said, just gone four,
so we lay like spoons, in a cutlery drawer.

I lay behind, enfolding her, as like a womb,
feeling safe, glowing, I smell her perfume.

Whispered, I love you’s, she replies I know,
I’m kissing her neck, my feelings to show.

I think she is crying, is that a sob I hear,
but saying nothing, I just pull her near.

Slowly I make love to her, a steady gait,
time is against us, as always I’m late.

I must leave soon, I can’t stay the night,
I’d love to hold her, till the morning light.

So rare to be together, more often apart,
we both hold a place, in each others heart.

Stolen Moments

bobmarks

York, United Kingdom

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