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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