Shame, Shame...

There is a sacred grace in which he holds her after their long embrace intertwined. A bond made without chains encased the two so divine. How enchanting is her body and his lips when combined. She holds the key to imagination and he is the open door unopened, ready to find. The past, the pain gone away, it isn't an act or a lie. Like many fish in the sea, there are many fish breeding just to be, but only this kind is until the end of time. There is not a crime that defines it. Only lust is to crush it! A body of imagination, and his lips when combined; what a perfect picture for the wrong eyes. Too many who have seen it, the meaning doesn't shine. But there is still a sacred grace in the battle of their embrace which lust defines waiting by. It is love which greater defines. too many of times left unopened, but this time opened to only one of his kind. And she knows the words he only speaks to her. The way she relaxes in his touch; the way his muscles hold her, she knows it's more than that. But for the ones who are only viewing, they only want a quick get away. The two within their hold on each other, are the ones put to shame. To show it to those eyes, their grace should be met with shame. It is a bond made for only each other and their just wasting the whole thing showing it away.