Stolen Moments
by Gerard Lebel
Sheets of black satin,
a welcoming sight;
lovers rejoicing the days farewell.
Tufted pillows of down,
fluffy and light;
cushioning heads… bodies pell-mell.
Two mighty lost souls,
solace sought for their plight;
promises of a new day dying.
Uncertainty pervades,
their rigorous fight;
love for sale... who’s buying?
She is a whore,
he is a bore;
stolen moments are all they possess.
He’ll return to his wife,
she to adore
another john this night, I guess.
Copyright 2007 Gerard Lebel
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