Acting in the moment becomes me. His hot, panting

breath on the back of my neck succumbs me.

Carelessly, I fling aside all speculation, all

doubt...too

exited...... too

flustered...... to

give a damn as to the ramifications that may find me.

Helplessly, my body moves in time with his, and

I don't give a damn if my actions belie me.  I

justify my longing, my needing, my wanting as he

kisses me and

lust overcomes my aching body. I feel empowered and

magnificent....

no one can take this from me.

Oddly, a pang of guilt

pierces me.....

quietly, I put it to rest inside me.  A

rendezvous with my lover..... hot steamy

sex,

torrid and tawdry,

unveils the temptress inside me.  She lives through me,

vicariously, taking what she

wants. The scene is an

x-ray of my soul's depravity.  Deep inside, I

yearn to be rid of her; yet, I know, even as I reach my

zenith, that she is not done with me.