Two lovers embrace,
Lips touch.
She feels him against her,
There is much.
But it leaves no trace,
The passion over
Till next time
Soon.
They part with a kiss
And swoon
At each other.
The tenderness
Of love
Remembrances.
A silk glove
So soft
Was this a
Gift?
What were the chances?
Stolen glances,
Perhaps of fondness
And pleasure fills the air.
