Two In a Frame (3)

Their bodies consumed more than its appetite

When they laid together in the dark night,

Hidden from the chaos and mindless utters,

They chose quietude behind closed shutters.

It wasn’t for lust, it wasn’t for love,

It wasn’t for heart but only body to allow.

In some deep dark corners lay their hunger

Which had made their hearts and souls to linger.

When they had first tasted this sin sweet

From that very moment propelled their heat.

When tears of pleasure ran down their brow

They smiled at one another and asked for more.

Insatiable desires in the night so uncanny,

Beneath the blazing moon and stars so many.

These stove-like bodies warming the bed

And their moisty bodies sacredly wed.

This new discovered feeling couldn’t be more pure

That had arisen from the ashes for some cure

Of the broken, disrupted and pains more

And the past wounds caused heart sore.

They were making up for something deeply lost

And trying to recover all at every cost.

Happy marriage between flesh was not yet of hearts

But their hopeful future could bring many new starts.