are the moments we meet

a secret we hide

but tell in whispers

in looks

finally we come together


and as you arms surround me

as your lips caress mine

my body becomes that of a goddess, I think-

it must have

as you worship it so

and hold me

like something to be cherished

to be kept pure


this body-

beautiful, you proclaim

-is not mine

only with your touch

your embrace

then, only then

am I sound in adoration