A silence in the lips now wet.

A word half spoken in a kiss.

That was how her questions were met.

Only a trembling hand could meet his.

She thought she had it all set.

How did his charm she miss?

Lust was nothing love wouldn't let.

Why even complain  when a moan she hiss.

On her response to him, she sweat and fret.

The answers were not of questions in list.

Her answers she probably will get.

As his hand lingers and heart remiss.