Every night and day longing for thy touch,
bodies were entwined feeling the warm hand.
Is it a sin for me to love this much?
as morn rise, you will go to your homeland;
Thee can have me when body felt the cold,
in the bed of sin our bodies laid,
gripping on every part that thee can hold.
When home is at war thee aim for this aid;
We built our oasis on this bed,
giving us refuge whenever we need.
"No one has to know about this", you said,
thee took my hand and I follow thy lead;
I am not your home for us to place in,
but for thee, I will play this sacred sin.
© rabbi