Slave To Love Poem by Elizaveth Banda

As I sit here looking at your picture I remember the love we shared,
The kisses we dreamt about and the touches we craved,
It was an unusual love with no escape, but in each other we were a slave to love
You always kept me running with each beat of my heart as it raced, you were my true love
Our forbidden love that not even a stranger could spot, but as we began to read each others thoughts our love bloomed, we were a slave to love
Secret meetings, long drives, and passionate nights only left us craving more
I waited in the usual place as you came behind me, I knew you were my only love
With every touch and every kiss I felt safe and such a slave to your love
Just a slow touch on my neck and a kiss on my forehead I knew I could be with you everyday of my life
Every laughter and every smile only brought us closer and we were one, as I saw you inside me
It was a love that everyone slaved for….