She wished he could always be her morning view,
every afternoon rendezvous.
Her teacher of things she had deeply hidden,
always believing those places forbidden.
Out of the dark he whispered her name,
not understanding her life had just changed.
An affair she was learning, a new way to act,
her life now a canvas painted in color abstract.
He was the image of everything she ever craved,
her fragile heart he had unintentionally enslaved.
Now a prisoner of heated desire,
but knowing he was not one she could ever acquire.
Her soul raged intensely, her heart deeply pounded,
her love now locked and forever compounded.
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