I see him watching from nearby, his teasing a distraction
I smile for a moment, then return to contemplation
He slides close in fascination...
I wonder should I warn him of the price of satisfaction?
His whisper in my ear stirs a memory of passion
I look into his eyes; despite my hesitation
he ignores my recitation
I wonder why he dares to tempt me in this fashion?
I feel his breath against my hair as I struggle with temptation
My fingers rise to touch him, to test his resolution
He senses absolution...
I wonder if we'll drown upon the sea of this sensation?
He feels my lips against his skin and I gently press him down
My hand caress him slowly...I whisper my confession
He's lost to his obsession
I wonder if he comprehends the path he travels now......