The Noble Thief
Sun's dying rays through the blinds found their way, Dusk's fiery glow warming their embrace; Simmering passion boiled over carefully nurtured restraint, Unleashing desires thus far, tamed. She was no Queen, and he no King, Lust was their ruler and they kneeled; Grey souls they were, kidding themselves of chastity in acts damned, For boundaries shattered the second their bodies entwined. Their eyes met: his melting brown, Hers blazing with wantonness newfound; His seasoned lips descended upon her tender ones, Like Dawn kissing fresh Dew on young grass. They gave in, they held back; Each living a fantasy in subjective truth. The spring back in her step, a naughty sparkle relit her broody eyes, The Thief had stolen her fears, emboldened her to face her clandestine desires; Robbed her of a dark, lonely void, Unearthing warm passion she'd buried deep inside. In irony they found their magic, In intimacy they discovered solace; They loved in stolen minutes