Dangrous Kiss

At dinner
His hand on my knee
Brushed aside
As the waiter approaches
Tension builds
He is delicious
He is dangerous

Driving
He touches my arm
I pull back
I dream of his touch
I crave him
But it is dangerous
Someone might see
And would know

At home
In private
His head in my lap
We watch
Brothers and sisters die
Because a kiss
Was dangerous
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