Lust For Love
The secrets we hide until the end,
Of the affection, we have for a friend.
Both knowing the mutual love we shared,
Could not be proclaimed, would never be declared.
We sneak; we meet, with a kiss,
In our little hidden world of bliss.
Talking, caressing for a while,
Warming each other with a loving smile.
The thrill of being caught is exciting,
The attraction to each other enticing.
More hugs more kisses in the dim light,
We submit to each other with out putting up a fight.
We eagerly discuss our next meeting,
Enflamed by our obsessive cheating.
Shhhhhh don’t tell your husband and I won’t tell my wife,
Of out secret, little hidden life.
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