Trapped Infatuation
My darling you are my lover divine
Swimming in our desires, we thrive.
Capturing affection in all, we are alive.
Our passion glows in dark so fine.
With lights out, candles lit, and wine.
We finish our passion; just before five.
For afterward, we shall not survive.
We have both traveled, across the line.
Both trapped in previous engagements apart.
Each other married to another, but not in love.
Our infatuation will end this night forever more.
This adventure ends; our ecstasy shall depart.
All recollection of our dreams to be disposed of,
I shall never forget, our first night at the shore.
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