The Loves in the Dark.

Dark silhouettes synchronizing secret symphonies of passionate embraces,

Forgetting the cold wind on contact with each others warm skin,

Just to experience the others tantalizing tartaric taste.

This is the trap they are in.

Solace is found in the others kiss,

With a world far from the cold night,

Where the only thought is of lustful bliss,

And of what may not become and what might.

To hold the other in their arms,

This is their cure and curse,

For what should cause there alarm,

Is the only heaven to them that works.

So cheer for their touch,

Cheer for that magical kiss,

For we all now this much,

Nothing is as special to the world… as this.