The old oak tree
Cast a dark shadow
On a moonlit cottage
Under the sallow.
A clandestine pair
Hiding feelings for ages
Lovers trapped
In invisible cages.
The night is silent
Our bodies in heat
Symphony of moans
Our love, bittersweet.
Hunger surfaces
A lion’s growl
His guttural groan
Like a predator on a prowl.
An old owl hoots
Crickets in concert
His hand fondles
Under my skirt.
Habiliments peeled
Like leaves in Fall
Nothing is left
Emotions in thrall.
Eyes in adoration
Together with trust
Twin flames unite
Ensnared in lust.
My lips on his
His lips on mine
We are each other’s
Secret valentine.
Our hands explore
Our bodies entwine
Together as one
Like grapes in a vine.
We make love
Get lost in passion
An ephemeral escape
Sans any caution.
We savour each moment
Throughout the night
Then back to strangers
At morn in public sight.
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