A Secret Bond Poem by K Clark

Theirs was secret, and unknown,
A fire that burned in whispers low.
Their passion's heat, a melting stone,
in stolen moments they'd let go.

Their bodies met, in tangled sin,
with every touch they felt alive.
Forbidden like a sacred hymn,
an unforeseen link that they'd surmised.

Their compassion is deep like drowning waves,
their bodies writhed, in sweet desire.
In each other's arms, they now craved
a flame that burned, with untold fire.

Theirs was physical, raw and real,
a bond that only they could feel.
Their private moments, they would steal,
A secret kept, by a hidden seal.

For in their world they could not be,
theirs was forbidden, taboo, and wild.
But in their minds they were free,
their hearts and souls were beguiled.

Theirs was rare and oh so sweet,
their vow was strong like the ocean's tide.
And though their secret they must keep,
their hearts like lovers, could not hide.

So let us honor their uncommon alliance,
a feeling that could not be tamed.
Their connection is wild like rams and lions,
a secret bond, left unnamed.