Oh how I have I been waiting to kiss your perfect lips,
They are sweet and succulent for my taste.
The longer it prolongs the more I want,
To be apart of you in such a simple way.
I feel the erotic spirits possessing us,
Could this turn into something more?
As each garment of clothing falls away from us,
I can feel us coming closer together at last.
Burning sensations of tingling thrust through me,
Pushing my train of thought out is tracks.
"Is this love?" I think slowly to myself,
"Or is this just for the spur of the moment?"
As our tongues entwine deeper and deeper,
As the sheets begin to feel wetter each moment,
The noise becomes louder and passionate,
And then I stare into your crystal clear eyes.
Then we experience pain never felt before,
Our bodies caressing and indulging the other.
Fulfilling both our fantasies feel so sensual,
But what are the consequences of this thirst?
I pull away and slowly walk away from him,
Knowing that I will never see this man again.
Asking myself, "Why did I perform this impure sin?"
With the prickling of his kiss still on my lips.
