Steps of Passion

It was a last-minute rendezvous, and she wanted to make up
for the absence of time, she was up and ready.
We rode in time for a late supper, the ambience was alluring,
and the night had just begun. We babbled and dined for hours on end,
we gazed at each other like silly fools on a deck,
on went the talks of yesterday till we had passed the clock,
we took a walk with our palms in a lock. We took the stairs to recall the affair,
the one that was fair; it was a moment, unlike the past,
our passion was alive, fire in our hearts. In our eyes, a connection of lust,
it was just. A kiss for the first. We then took a step,
to take a breath only to ignite the passion once again,
forgetting the world at every step, we reached the end of the stairs affair.
We then took a step to ride under the stars. Reliving the night in our hearts.
The steps of passion to be remembered.
The journey ahead had just begun.