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Silently, she walks, in the still of the night,

The shimmering full moon her only guiding light.

All daily restraints, now impatiently shed,

Her inhibitions shattered and torn into shreds.

Her long flowing tresses, usually kept tightly bound,

Floats like a satin cloud in its new freedom found.



Gone are the business suits worn during the day.

Gone, the polite responses she is obliged to say.

Gone, too, the professional demeanor she wore,

As she sat behind a desk, looking so sweetly demure.

A white cotton shift, so different from the norm,

Molds softly with each footstep to her womanly form.



A tigress on the prowl, she is hungry for love,

Starving for the realization of what she dreams of.

Her body, taut with the force of erotic desire,

Burns hot with the flames of a seething inner fire.

The strength of her desire and emotion is such

That she aches with the need for his passionate touch.



Her ardent love waits at their secret meeting place,

Eager anticipation etched deeply on his face.

His longing is tangible, strongly felt deep within,

For the sweet scent of her body and the taste of her skin.

Moments drag as he waits for his love to arrive.

For when not with her, he's only half alive.



As she steps into the clearing, their hearts beat as one.

All the waiting and torment and anguish now done.

He steps forward and sweeps her into his arms,

Impatient to drown in her sensual charms.

There, with the moon and the stars shining bright,

They embrace, and their smoldering passions ignite.



Stolen moments together are all they can share,

Just a taste of the love that will always be there.

Though fate is against them and keeps them apart,

There is no denying the truth hidden deep in their hearts.

When the morning sun comes, they will be as before,

Restrained by their duties, strangers once more.