He held her in his arms like it was the last time he would ever see her again.
The romance between them was so deep, the night would never end.
He loved the smell of her soft shiny hair.
The luminous lights, shining down on her skin so bare.
She grabbed his arms so tightly, it left marks indented from her nails.
Her tiny body so small and frail.
The night was so intense, the candle light, dimmed.
It was just the two of them.
Music flooded the air with sensational bliss.
Flooded with passionate kisses.
After a night full of erotic, love making.
He held her tight in his arms, no hearts tonight were breaking.
The lust between them broke a silent moment and it was for their taking.
By the sound of their voices, you can peel down the sweat.
A night of passion, two bodies lying there getting warmth from the blankets that were wet.
The next day begins, and time to get back into the real world, they sigh.
A heavenly scent they produced, with just one decision to lie.
When he leaves here, back to his wife he must go.
Into the chain of fire, recklessly, she'll never know.
They will leave the place of where they deceived.
They will leave the place in which they conceived.
A night not to forget, a night full of passion and lies.
A night they sorrowfully said goodbye.
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