The Willow Tree

Trying out a new genre...probably the last, unless I show some talent for it...

We sneak off,

Quietly,

Quickly,

To a little place,

Called our Willow Tree

Hidden from the world,

The heat runs high,

We engage in the forbidden passion,

The more they fight it,

The better we feel

The world blurs together,

and the libido rises,

As we Kiss, 

and slowly, 

The clothes come off,

You can taste the passion

In the air 

We lay together,

For many hours, 

Rejoicing,

In our forbidden Love

In our Willow Tree,

Where our Love never ends 

We passionately show our Love,

Until the blurred world

Returns to focus,

And we emerge, 

As if it never was

Author's Note

Descriptive adjective suggestions, etc. are appreciated :)