Stolen Moment

We kneel behind the Kiosk.
Our mouths pressed together.
His dark hands stroke my spots.
Mine hold the back of his head.
Noone sees us
Noone notices we've dissapeared.
This moment is ours to keep.
Until we can have another one.
We step back into the crowd.
Noone realizes what we've been up to.
Noone suspects.
Or so we like to think.