Beneath the hum of coffee’s tune,We meet at the stroke of afternoon.Unspoken vows linger in the air,But hearts find solace in secrets shared.

The world outside—its judgment bold,Yet here we’re warm, though stories unfold.A rhythm of love, so tender, so wrong,Dancing to fate’s forbidden song.

Eyes meet, hands brush, a fleeting touch,A dangerous game, too close, too much.Yet in this space, we are whole,Two hearts entwined, one stolen soul.