A room to escape
Friends finding comfort with idle chat
Her scent stirs his desire she is
She can’t read the man of many words
Months pass and a tension builds
A cupboard stands dark in the corner of the room
Tools of imagination.
As she leaves she passes the cupboard
His eyes burn her, her desire floods her
Can they hear each other’s hearts beat?
She’s pinned against the cupboard
Tools of imagination scatter
His body presses against hers
Heat warms her scent
Hot breath on skin
Thrill of being caught.
Lips gently touch
Hands cradle face
Bodies touch from breast to toe
Dark cupboard fills will loves glow.
The same time each day
Lovers light the darkness of the cupboard
Cupboard’s doors open like arms
Pulling in the lovers
Enjoying the forbidden love
Cupboards doors stay closed
No more love
No more glow
The room of escape is now more
It is a room of heart ache
No more laughter
No more idle chat
No more stolen kisses
The cupboard houses still,
Tools of imagination
But stands forever dark
Holding onto the secret of forbidden lovers
When they once lit it’s darkness.