Covert.
Such an ebony hour as this
re-paints sweet hue of stolen bliss.
Night's satin sheet rises
to awaken passion's escaping sighs
yet normal day over
finds darkness demands high risks.
Fugitive love plays
alluring games when two crave fire.
Re-created are thrills
for hidden in twilight's illegal kisses
is double-coupled desire
that feeds need for the clandestine.
Honesty ends when
ardour replaces that which it misses.
Such covert cover
creates taste for ambrosial paradise.
Hidden however those addictive sips.
Lovers world over
accept tryst's demands must be secret
yet tears will be shed
if words whispered turn once to deceit.
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Author:
Fay Slimm. (
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Comments2
Good write Fay. yep, I, or rather Fido my watchdog, warned folk about ardour! lol.
Those trysts can be filled with both passion and treachery but can still be enthralling.
Andy
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