BY CAROLE NICHOLS
Secret smiles on silent faces,
Meeting now in distant places;
Careful not to feel too much,
Wanting only passion's touch.
Caring only for this moment in time;
To fall in love would be a crime.
So they grope and fondle, hidden away,
Sweating like devils as they play.
No emotion there except that of lust,
Stopping just shy of total trust.
Content to hide away from others,
Such is the life of secret lovers.
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