Our stolen moments

Fun of love

You have a lot on your mind
Your joy is briskly kind
You're skeptical, trying to find...
So focused, a lady that grind

Realized my never ending "I'm crushing...
So much in your plate, you claim you're coping
I'm scrupulously studying you, it's savoring
Time is vital, you're overbooked and adapting
I'm your tranquilizer relaxingly soothing
You're captured and secretly falling...

Once a week in our concealed lair so mordant
Dissipating, gasping and respiring our scent
When you leave I become absolutely impotent
We deviate our tensions in our stolen moments.

Author's Note

Adding something in a relationship