dark nights
closed doors
eyes piercing
legs entwined
hearts thumping
lips and necks
hands and chests
passion & panting

and when i look back
all i can muster
is i'm sorry
for the distance
for the secrets
and what's more
true
is that in the midst
of my pleasure
there you were
loving and begging
me to just look up
and see your face
and your tears

because you missed me
and you knew
that later i would
see
and i would weep
for my passion for you
and for him
and my tears

not for the temptation
or the wrong
not for the separation
or the scars
but for the love