Confession (entered in Confession competition)

Handmade flower, sweet words etched on a white Doily
Romantically placed in my mailbox
Songs sung and poetry written
A touch here and a touch there
Whispers of love and lust in my ear

Temptation at my finger tips
But it’s not a choice anymore
Those sweet tasting rendezvous
Passionate and spontaneous sewing of our souls
Leaving me breathless, and senseless

How did this happen?
It was never meant to go this far
I can’t believe I let you love me
I can’t believe I loved you
But I confess I never told you, because I had to let you