Just thirteen young of age,
I chanced upon a dalliance of
the housekeeper and the butler.
He whispered words of honey as his lips danced along her skin,
and she echoed breathless sighs as she arched her back.
The heated scent of wax danced and lived in the company of lust,
when footsteps staggered down dreadful stairs.
The couple untangled their aroused bodies,
and slid into the night forlorn.

Beneath the night sky lingered unsaid promises,
for tomorrow night my dear, we will bond.