A short trip, a lost memory.
The candles lit, preemptively.
To return now is coincidentally
To be caught in the act is pure felony.
Your lust consumes, you heart pounds quick.
Your blood boils over, your emotion thick.
The travesty eternal, memories deleted.
The moment heated, past only defeated.
Exceptions are not, yet this is why your here.
Same time, same spot same gig as last year.
But this wasn\'t wasted, except when tasted.
To be a only a memory, since then you erased it.
