We know it’s wrong, yet it seems so right
We’re walking on the dark side
in all of  shames delight.

Living breathing, every word we write
day after day, after night.
Branded on the heart and emotional revel.
We cannot deny lustful cravings, when
life has cast it’s spell.

We will out last this supremacy
or be stoned, forever outcast,
if we ever endure this urgency,
before this, our secret,
slowly tears our worlds apart.

TeAnne © April 15.1998