A touch, soft and tender,
A whisper, full of desire,
A gasp of sweet surrender,
As passion fuels the fire.
No words spoken between them,
No promises to be kept, No lies to be told tonite,
No looking back-No regrets.
Longing to hold each other,
Such precious little time,
Both vowed to another,
That being lonely were thier onli crime.
Tomorrow bringing sorrow,
A brief moment of shame,
With the memory of this one nite,
Will last through tomorrow,
A release from passin's flames.