Swirling sea
Raging wind
I've lost sight of the shore.

His passion fills me with joy and power.
I feel no shame even tho I know it's wrong.
He belongs to someone else.
And I don't want him forever,
Just those forbidden hours of lustful ecstasy.
I tell myself I should feel deep shame,
But my body still aches for his touch.
Anticipation draws my tense skin tight.
My breath quickens at the memory of our last liaison, and the need for our next.

I want what only he's ever given me
Not his love, not his fidelity, not his money.
I just want the satisfaction he provides.
Our little secret I'll keep, unashamedly.