Mark The Phenomenon

No Beds

A spark, a spice, a sudden fire,

Burning bright with pure desire.

No soft sheets, no gentle rest,

Just hearts ablaze, putting love to the test.

 

A whispered word, a touch so light,

Ignites the day, banishes the night.

On sun-baked earth or grassy knoll,

Love takes root, consumes the soul.

 

A stolen kiss, a fervent hold,

A story whispered, brave and bold.

No time for planning, just to feel,

The joyful rush, so raw, so real.

 

Like summer storms, a sweet surprise,

Reflected deep within their eyes.

Spontaneous love, a vibrant hue,

A memory made, forever new.