Discretion.

It was a brief case.

A fading memory that my soul can still trace.

Our desires lurked in shadows. So still. Just waiting.

Oh, the wrong turns your hands took in all the right places.

Do you remember the fear and fantasy-filled embraces?

How our hands became tied like the most delicate of laces…

woven between the secrecy that kept our heart beats racing?

The risk of losing it all just to feel a little

after loving too much with hearts so brittle.

Knew how much it would hurt them…

We could only dream of being perfect.

Ashamed that when I close my eyes,

it still feels worth it.

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