Gothic Romance

Clammy fingers gently unlace my bodice
And I can feel in the trembling of her hand
The things she fears to say
For we must not say what we feel
Not even to ourselves
Lest we be caught in sin
And I cannot dwell too much
On what God would think
When He is not here
To feel her touch upon my skin

And I fear not God’s disgrace
When she makes my heart beat
Like the wings of a song bird
And my mind dizzy with imaginings
My breath losing itself briefly
When her lips graze
The nape of my neck
Her hands caressing my hips
Sliding lower to touch
Intimate places
I pray no man will ever go

So I must content myself
To these midnight rendezvous
As I ready myself for a deeper purpose
Within the Holy confines of the Church
When the choices laid before me
Are so few
Marry, or live the life of a nun
And never will I ever marry
Never will I give myself to a man
When only my lady lover sets my body alight

I tremble beneath her delicate hands
As smooth as my own
While tonight is ours alone
And tomorrow brings a new day
Where we must pretend to be
Something other than ourselves
And I want to whisper in her ear
“Run away with me, my love”
Though I know she will decline
And return to her husband before nights end
Until we can meet in moonlight one more time

© Indie Adams 2012