After a while it was clear this hook up was meant to be.
Looking for honesty and a sense of adventure.
His eyes so clear his voice so inviting.
Heavy breaths, lust and sexy promises.
This mysterious man with his smile often hidden.
My body took on a life of his own,
I was wet I was wanting my senses were thrown.
A few drinks, secret touches,
His eyes telling me there’s more.
More to feel, more to life. Could I take it?
This… That he was offering to me.
This hook up felt real, I began to feel free.
Free from life, it’s constraints, what was okay to be,
I wanted to feel his strong arms around me.
His whispers were soft but his words were strong,
Surely this feeling couldn’t be wrong.
So I took it, I took all that he offered that night,
And sure enough God if it didn’t feel right…
“Magic,” he’d say, and that’s how it felt,
His fingers inside me, making me melt.
My whole body trembled, moans fell from my lips,
He ate with a passion and I fell to bits.
My pleasure he seeked more than his own,
But I needed to suck him and hear him moan.
My pleasure, his pleasure all wrapped as one,
Together we enjoyed, the passion til dawn.
Too soon it was time, to say our goodbyes,
When you experience these feelings oh how time flies.
“What are you doing tonight ,” words as music to my ears,
This feeling, these thoughts I haven’t had for some years.
The anticipation of what tonight may bring,
What if he regrets his actions, his choices, me!
All dressed up, it was fate,
We found ourselves meeting again,
I felt sick, I was nervous, I dare not look to his eyes,
What if I see regret hiding inside.
So I finally found the courage, to look up and I see,
Him smiling that mysterious smile back at me.
“You look very beautiful,” he mouths through the crowd,
“Shit, holy cow,” I’m wet thinking about it now.
The relief, the pleasure of those few words,
My body is aching we haven’t even touched,
The memories of last night are almost too much.
We talk once again, seeking knowledge and thoughts.
But my body is so reactive, I can’t think straight at all.
His smile comes more freely, his eyes holding a key,
Promises of what more, lies in store for me.
I need his body, forbidden as it is,
I need his lips, his fingers because,
His touch and his words breathe new life into me,
This hook up was definitely, meant to be.
He was a gent, he was sweet, everyone told me so,
They were happy for me to feel this, to let go.
And now as I remember our story, I fear,
Am I still wanting, needing more? “Hmm…you have no idea!”
