life had been easy and free
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