When our eyes met, our breath and heart rapidly fired.

Mutual,  erotic suggestions exchanged in our view.

Stolen moments clocked by a correspondence or two.

At that very moment our journey began.

Word play abound containing hidden messages within.

Time and space if only we may,  nothing but opportunities and possibilities, a seductive escape.

Knowing we must not, oh, but the possibilities if we might.

Afternoon delights and intimate insights.

Consents through imaginations but radically a physical fight.

Nothing but distance between the two.

For lust and chance we bury in truth.