Ours was the bond of perfection
an unspoken agreement of love
which stemmed from a mutual passion
restrained...seeking release to fly like a dove
or maybe my misconception...
Actuated by an accident of fate
like Siamese twins our organs became one
our saintly intentions, to be mates,
never spoken, we just flowed with the fun
but isn't it ambiguous, the word,mate?...
On a rainy and cold night
fate laid us beneath a warm sheet
slumber was quick to take flight
time stopped, as our lips were to meet
the escapade started, of which i now write
Our tumblings went beyond the covers
on the field surrounded by nature
on the bench in the serene park like mad lovers
on the desk in the office, oh it was rapture
but our fever was soon to be over
We enjoyed it while it lasted
for we knew it wasn't ours forever
it was just for a session to be tasted
a kiss...and we were brought together
a sour kiss goodbye...our love has ended.
