The Taste OF Passion by Camillion - HTML preview

It was a dark night,

the darkest I had ever seen.

A change was to come.

What I had thought

I had wanted was

gone in a blink.

Where I thought

I had a plan till he

walked in.

Grabbing my hand

with such ease.

Making me tremble

with the words that

he spoke.

Could this be a ploy?

Where I am the

pond in another game?

Trying to use me maybe.

But he seems so kind.

Like a fantasy it seemed,

seducing me with the right words.

Fluently turning me on

without even trying.

Not even a kiss.

Just kind gestures.

I was in disbelief I was

thinking this was a dream.

I waited for the punch,

you know those lines

they all love so much.

Instead he never asked

a thing.

I couldn't help

but struggle as my

body chose to react.

As I am attracted to his

demeanor.

Nothing but a breeze to hit.

As my nipples make

it is all too obvious.

My body to make the

move before I could.

A soft brush pushing

my hair back just so

he could see my eyes.

As we locked eyes

our souls spoke.

I knew I was trapped.

Stuck with nothing to say.

Gasping for air trying to speak.

His hands touched.

Only leaving me to crave.

I was trying so hard not to beg.

I never knew without a touch.

How orgasmic my mind could be.

Leaving me to cum in just a fantasy.