Undercover Lover Poem by kemenza Harris

The sun goes down like a baby to rest,

I lay my head on your untrimmed chest.

Feeling your pulse beneath my breast,

The light of the candlelight as warm as your carresss....

As we steal this moment. What happens next?



Passion as strong as a rose's red

Your soothing voice within my head.

Our lust satisfied, our craves fed,

No need for covers, no need for bed,

In the moonlight's glow, Our bodies speak of words unsaid.



In our little heaven we need no morn,

Our bodies still entwined at the braek of dawn.

Lying close to you so safe and warm,

I almost forgot that you belong in another's arm.....

Oh wait its morning....I had better be gone.



By Ali-k Harris