A Night Of Passion:

I took his hand and led him to his bedroom,

with a stride filled with the confidence of a ballroom

dancer, leading my partner to the dance floor we danced,

a dance of passion, he could tell it was him I adored.

He stood there beautiful, his dark brown hair spreading curls

across his face, a deep intimate feeling, I would not want

to be any other place.

His early control of my wandering hands,

like a parent pulling back their toddler from places

they weren't meant to roam. 

He soon relented from exhaustion, leaving my

hands to make their own discovery, the way he made me feel

hit home in every way.

I gently stroked his arms, my

hands slowly moving towards his chest,

my fingers searching snake like, slithering down

exploring his hips, my other hand found his .....

his body twisted, a momentary hesitation awaits the time

when we meet at our final destination.

I wrapped him in my arms, reassuring him that everything

is fine. There was no doubts an internal battle

was being fought, on pleasurable grounds of decency and

curiosity, we stood in the moment, no apology.

Like a lost animal unable to find his way back to his herd,

or stop the force that drove him forward, the smell of pleasure in the

distance, the lure of what was buliding inside, a new found pleasure

far greater than his control, convincing him to see this through

and he did eventually on that late

windy afternoon and others after.