You flicked aside the curtain of time,
Flurried into this theatre of life,
Attraction was silent introduction,
Not pretext, hunch-backed by lies.

Led us to meet closer than thought,
Escalated to burgeoning torment,
A mutual affinity contiguous,
Subtle persuasion, a genial consent.

Spectre of clamouring guilt was absent,
As that delusion of clandestine ties,
'Us'� was a truth rosy-cheeked,
Honesty was starry eyed.

It was no perverted subterfuge,
On a heap of soiled sheets,
Rumpled whilst ardour besieged,
Leftover's, of a hunger appeased.

A fantasy, had reawakened awhile,
An unrestrained thirst set on the loose,
A candid consent into ecstasy
Cherished rapture, sans abuse.

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