The Candle

Soft light as candles burn;
barely a flicker as you and I
into twinkling eyes gaze,
breath held lest we give away,
with heavy sighs,
our true emotions.
Ours is a forbidden love,
held together only by lust;
illicit, stolen moments.
Fingers touch, sparks fly,
neurons fire pleasure centres,
pulsating pressure overload.
Flames flicker as breath,
tells its own story.