Life is short, as you say, but let it be sweet.
Free of pain, found in the embers of passion’s heat.
Your honied words and gentle touch
Enhance desire, and subdue fears of frost tomorrow.
Passion, a physical symphony;
Hours of mutual harmony and the lady is caught.
But on the morrow, all comes to nought,
As the lady, now in love, temptation should’ve been fought.