No one knows the truth
Or even has a clue
That I have been with you

One night is all we shared
Your fingers with great care
Streamed through my golden hair

You loosed your vocal chords
And whispered I was yours
Breathless on your floor

You knew just where to touch
How hard and just how much
We grasped and sighed and clutched

As passion grew and rose
And saw me through its throes
I lost sight of my woes

Yet still nobody knows

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