Magic.

 Thinking of what to write
my thoughts turn to you.
Do you feel it too.
That magic we share me here
you there.

The spark that became a flame
things will never be the same.
Too late to deny not wanting to hide.

Hide we must it's a matter of trust
not wanting to upset others feelings
mind reeling.

What have we too loose we can only win
no longer classed as a sin.
Love is complicated enough
let us enjoy what we have
having our fun.
Hurting no one.