In the Secret of Night
in the secret of night
in a room as black as pitch
fireworks ignite
roaming head to toe
until our souls twitch
in the secret of night
bodies gasp for air
hands clutch sheets
two strangers in search of something to make them complete
no names
no games
no attachments
no hurry
no strings
no rings
no inhibitions
no worry
I savor the taste
as I bite down on the pillow
in the secret of night
when our bodies connect
I know you not
I owe you nothing
but I still let you collect
in the secret of night
we know it isn’t love
and we know we know better
than to let that stop us
but for a few moments
I feel love
from someone I’ve never met before
I live life without regret
and even the score
no strings
no rings
no inhibitions
no worry
no names
no games
no attachments
no hurry
in the secret of night
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