The road littered with gold
Leading ways to temptation
Fellowing well light paths
Sweat beating hot and hard
Life's little game of chance
Our secret our sin
The lustfulness we craves
Silhouettes of our bodies
Falling into unlawfulness
Faithfulness slips away
Fall hard under our embrace
Bound to duty we are not
Behind backs our lips touch
Passing glances no one seen
Hands briefly grasp as we pass
Phone rings, she stays hushed
His talk is short, but takes forever
Resuming what was paused
Phones shut off no more delays
Playing it coy our secret stays
Behind the scenes we laugh
Once again the race is on
The acted of sin is done
Before the morning sun
