The backroom,

Feel the passions that build the fire,

A wanting kiss of loves desire.

As you slowly dance across the floor,

A passing glance i'm wanting more.

You walk me down forbidden halls,

of broken plaster and tattered walls.

Into a room as dark as night,

where shadows dance from neon lights.

It's in this room when our lips meet,

where I taste your hunger of bitter sweet.

I caress your body as tongues feul the flames,

of passionate fires,and seductive games.

As I reach for your heaven you reach for my power,

like wolves on a hunt,our lust we devour.

While kisses grow deeper and your back to the wall

I slide past your silk and give you my all.

You scream to your maker and beg me for more,

so I thrust you still harder,my lustings are yours.

Your panting grows rapid as you tremble and shake,

then your pleasures are plenty and mine for the take.

You cum on me wildly,as I start to explode,

this lustful seduction is the least that were owed.

Our juices lay mixture and run down your thighs,

as we gaze into the darkness,of each others eyes.

In what seemed eternal was but a moment in time,

when our bodies shared passion of spirit and mind.

As you leave for your husband and I go to my wife,

I can't help but wonder what it's like in your life.

So remain are the memories of the back room named bliss,

that started a smile and ended a kiss.

Crows,