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
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
no one can take this from me.
Oddly, a pang of guilt
quietly, I put it to rest inside me. A
rendezvous with my lover..... hot steamy
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.