Being Kept

That kiss, your lips tracing my own.
Forcing down all doubts and decisions.
To the rest of the world the connection is lost.
The danger risked and the consequences cost.

Thoughts racing through my tangled head.
The messages that your body language sends.
Urging me forward as I carelessly let everything slip away.
Leaving behind the safety zone that I have always known.

I'm trading in all my responsibilities for an unknown destination.
As the realness of your touch sinks in.
An unusual surge of curiosity flows through me.
Pulsing and pushing blood to warm our lips.

Forcing us to harden our kiss and become closer.
Closing on the past, going further blindly to the future.
No one knows where we are, giving a sense of freedom.
As realizations of rebellion reflects upon this kiss.

Our breathing slows as we part from each others grasp.
Leaving us a hint of security and comfort.
This was a last chance to be released and in control.
Now that I walk away from you, I realize that this newly formed memory is my last. -