romance in life was not meant to be
so you told yourself
your life was on a shelf
tucked away, like dusty college books
giving no one second looks
The restlessness started, low
it churned in you deep and slow
turning for what you though was a moment
instead it caused a great movement
bubbling and rising from your depth
almost stealing your breath
eyes meet with desire and lust
his touch now is a must
lips meet once, lips part for twice
mouths open for tongues to touch for thrice
kiss deepens, your head begins to swim
you feel as if you are sinking into him
lips and tongue continue to work
as nipples begin to perk
his fingers your juices he beckons
his movement in you maddens
your whole body pulses
cries of ecstasy from you he coaxes
your life is now dusted, open, and off the shelf
never to be tucked away again, you tell yourself
still giving no one second glances
all others now have no chances
His touch a fire has lit
in his arms any sin you will commit
