Tryst

"two lonely marrieds looking for love"

A smile, a wink,
some meaningless words; 
the swirl of your drink
betrays your frayed nerves.

I tell you my name,
but of course it’s a lie;
you tell me yours
you too, falsify.

The light ring of flesh
that encircles your finger
suggests that we’d mesh
so sex makes me linger.

Such heat and attraction
like a moth to a candle;
our hearts race to action
that much I can handle.

In a passionate moment
you take me to bed.
I’m on fire, and you know it
I’ll go where I’m led.

I’ll ravage your body
and you’ll pleasure mine.
I want to be naughty,
our bodies entwined.