We’ll Meet on the Thames

I took a boat down the River Thames
To meet a secret lover who will remain unnamed
The water’s tranquil nature is deceptive
I know if I fell in, I would forever be its captive

My chest aches with nervous tension.
We sent countless notes stating our affection.
As assured that we were meant
Butterfly’s within would not relent

I dock before him with breath held
Knowing that this moment created a spell
Woven in intricate knots
Aiming for us never to forget this spot

Trembling hands reach out to him
A firm grip will never loosen
Pulled into a raging storm of linguistic need
Moans and hands will not concede

We separated, trying to restore our breaths
Knowing this is just the beginning of what is next
Cloak in place so I would not be seen
He looked around, thinking the same thing

Although what we want and what we will inevitably do
It will only stay between us two
If word should ever fly on the wind to the others
The binds will have to be severed

On our way in the dark, pierced by moonlight
Hand in hand with speed for tonight
To a secluded place where written desires can be shown
No interference, no one to know

A closed door, A candle lit
A plush bed, A brushed kiss
On exposed golden skin
A yearn to begin

A taste, a touch, a nibble, a blush
All put into memory
Soft hands glide across hard planes
Rough hands seize soft spherule

A keening sound of delight
A whisper to take all that is given tonight
Close to a finish, lightning strikes
Flashes of white heat sear within a nuclear height

Ragged breaths and smiles of knowing
This was perfect for our intimate joining.