Enough of saints -- back to the story line for the sonnet sequence!
Beneath a place that’s held in high regard
You touched my arm and knew I would agree.
Sans words, sans any overt sign from me,
You understood I had let down my guard.
We slipped off to the side, unnoted still,
While others congregated in the hall.
You knew, too well, you had me in your thrall
And kissed me well, with your amazing skill.
‘Twas fate that we had come together thus
To share our kiss upon this magic night
For I had yearned for you upon first sight.
Yet 'twas not love, but only greedy lust.
Perhaps I am unwise in this, my choice,
But you have given me such wondrous joys.
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