It started in all innocence: 
A jog in the park,
Not a soul in sight.
Until he came along. 

He approached from afar. 
She saw him; she knew him. 
She knew why he had come. 

'Hey', he smiled,
'Do you want to....?'
He stood too close for comfort
and motioned into the distance. 

Her heart said yes but her sense said no
Her mind said no but her lips said yes.

And so she followed him
across the pitch, through the gate. 

It was the most illicit pleasure she'd ever had.  
She prayed they wouldn't get caught, though it'd be worth it if they did.  
They only stopped when they ran out of breath, and out of light.

She wiped away sweat, pulled her jacket back on
Donned her mask and felt
not ashamed, but grieved
at heavenly, yet forbidden fruit. 

And she longed for the day
when they could be
all together and free

To play five-a-side football
in the park.