Our Little Secret

We both know
That it shouldn’t have happened,

But fate, brought us together that night.

It wasn’t meant to be a social setting,
We had work to do.

But,

Nature’s chemistry
Has a way of generating
Unforeseen results.

For months,
There had been a raw tension
Between us,
Neither foreseen,
Nor crafted…

But the instinctive result
Of a man, empty and wanting…

Finding himself,
In the presence of a woman,

Also,
Empty and wanting.

Every word you spoke to me…
Was fuel.

Every look you gave me,
Was oxygen.

Every unintentional touch,
Was the spark,

The final component necessary,
To start,
And a fire inside of us,

A burning,
To touch,

And in doing so,
Unleashed an unexpected,
Unforeseen tumult,

The last thing we wanted…

Perhaps.

How can it be,
That the urge to physically connect,
Man and woman,

How can it be so strong?

How can it be
So driving,
So consuming?

That night,
Despite our better intentions,
We were confronted
With both those questions,

And the certain answers.

We succumbed,
And understood,
Unquestionably,
The essence of what it means,
To be human,

To couple,
Intimately.

But for the rest of our world….
They can never know.

Our joining was

A simple indiscretion,

A moment of weakness,

A testament to passion,

And must remain unknown in our circle.

So for now,

Perhaps forever,

Our connection,
Our lust,
Our romance,
Must be bounded.

It must be confined,

It must be constrained.

It must remain…

Our little secret.

 

 

© 2018 W. C. Stacia, Jr.

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