Four walls joined together is the territory of our secrets that will be reveal to none
The outside world waits
But who shall tell the stories of our lies?

A closet packed with our belongings
And an electric fan are our necessities
A single sink and an old radio occupies our little haven of sunshine
But who are the proud owners?

Movements form a hug
And suddenly an alarm goes
Morning has entered and it is common knowledge the late night shift has ended
No breakfast will be serve since an appetite at home must be fulfilled

These business trips will soon end
Too many convenient lies is a give away to our passion
A phone call as your manager, secretary or business partner is also becoming too predictable
But what will we do?

A world of darkness will become lighted
And I believe you and I will be common knowledge before we grow old
Our spouses are unhappy with themselves
And doing their best to make us happy
Oh if they knew, what shall we do?

Divorce is not an option because children are involve
And you becoming an official “mister” and I a “mistress” will not be approved
But my comfort and explicit happenings will no longer be without you being apart of the secret

And so the fan spins as our thoughts wanders
A sudden laugh echoes in the room and beauty emerges
An unspoken agreement that we understand with our lips
Becoming one and our bodies colliding into unity
A final thought before we realize that our secret will be kept as long as the walls are intact