alone at last my hand in your sweating palm eyes looking into the past walking talking time past not thinking just talking fast exited about being alone with you for one more time everybody around but we dont notice them just you me in our own little world around a table as candles flicker against the mirror eyes trying to disguise our lust for one another feet touching one another hands clencing harder heart beating like a run away train the end will be here once again then we go our separate ways until we meet again another day then these feelings come flooding back again would it be like this if we where together we will never know my part time lover we will never know ,

Soft and sweet, like a hot cinnamon roll on a lazy Sunday morning...

sweet....alone at last.......