First Valentine's Day
a chance meeting of two strangers becomes an annual treat Hotel door behind us, our hearts start to race; Two shy lonely strangers, companions in lust. A brief awkward silence, a gentle embrace; Old loves all forgotten--those memories, mere dust. Kisses, first gentle, now urgent and deep; My hands on your body, you moan as they roam. Realizing what's coming, you smile, though you weep, To think that new love might soon call your heart home. Our bodies respond now, as hands grope...