Silently,
He watched her
Body glowing beneath the kiss
Of the breaking dawn

Rapt under a deep slumber
Tangled sheets concealed her bareness but
The untainted, innocent beauty
Could not be masked

The mist of passion lingered still
Obscuring the view of truth and sense
What is wrong when there is pleasure?
What is right when there is pain?

He breathed her scent and
Her echoing moans filled his ears once more
Skin against skin is ignescent…
They are beginning to burn

As the darkness of the night sheaths the sky
He makes love to her in the moon’s dark side
Though they seek more than just restricted bliss
Forever they must remain… hidden