Now is my passion genuine,
Or fuelled by lustful need to win
I must have you within my arms
Held tight together, sharing charms.
Forbidden love, but do we care
Wrapped in sin, we make love there
While all around, the world goes mad
For this snatched moment we are glad.
And as we lie, our passion spent
The skies are filled with dark portent
The cuckold is life’s tragedy
He lost his lover’s love to me
He couldn’t ever set her free
I took her to Eternity.
©Joe Wilson – Sinful surfing…2015
May 11, 2015
May 11, 2015 at 8:11 AM UTC
Now is my passion genuine,
Or fuelled by lustful need to win
I must have you within my arms
Held tight together, sharing charms.
Forbidden love, but do we care
Wrapped in sin, we make love there
While all around, the world goes mad
For this snatched moment we are glad.
And as we lie, our passion spent
The skies are filled with dark portent
The cuckold is life’s tragedy
He lost his lover’s love to me
He couldn’t ever set her free
I took her to Eternity.
©Joe Wilson – Sinful surfing…2015
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