A log thrown on the fire,
Two profiles met as one,
The igniting of desire in the air,
But when there's just one profile,
And yet desire grows,
Despite the fact there's no one else to care.
Must romance be abandoned as it's fanning it's own flame waiting to burst full-blown?
No.
There's a special kind of bliss, not engendered by a kiss
Surreptitiously indulged in less well known
For when one cannot make love with another,
One can still make love alone.
