The night was cold, but she held me tight.
We walked along the path that had less streetlight.
Somehow walking together in the dark felt right?
She whispered out that she couldn't help herself..
And that it had been on her mind.
By the time I could ask what she meant, our lips, they met.
She grabbed my face and had me look her in the eyes...
To ask me why my kiss made her feel something inside.
She kissed me again, moaning and making me feel like the world around us had stopped.
We tried to keep walking toward our destination, but our lips stayed locked.
My mind was so involved but yet a voice floated in my thoughts.
How could this stranger feel so good pressed up against me?
It was like she was on a mission to feel every inch of my beauty.
Normally this type of situation would have me feeling guilty.
Instead instinctively my gut told me; the same thing might be going through her head.

God, please forgive me, this beautiful soul and I are making our way into my bed.

                                                              A.G.S
                                                         Fierce Notion