The Line

The Line



Hurriedly deleted emails
Second phone kept hidden
Deliciously sinful rendezvous
Their love taboo, forbidden

Texts flew from the car park
More sent when work was done
Conversations late at night
While loved ones slumbered on

Pictures bounced between them
Inspiring playful fun
Cock, cunt, tits, ass
"Oh baby, make me cum!"

Their lust thrived on the airways
Their words evoking bliss
Each message sent, a gentle touch,
A stroke, a smile, a kiss

But now they've gone and spoiled it
Boundaries have been crossed
They failed to see by changing things
The pleasure would be lost

Skin on skin reality
The dreamers chose to meet
Fucking without fervour
In a soulless hotel suite

And me? I didn't go there
I inched back from the line
My lover's still a fantasy
An image, a thrill, all mine