To Temptation We Succumb

The long dark haired Asian beauty, with eyes as black as coal, set her gaze upon me, and saw into the depths of my soul. She saw me naked while I was fully clothed.

I could not veil the truth of me as it would have been no use.

We sat in the backyard garden and drank wine when she began to lace her slender fingers into mine.

The dimples set so deep into her cheeks drew me in as her flesh had made me weak.

We were serious then silly as the fruit caused a lightness in our heads. We laughed and cried then retired to her bed.

I trailed kisses up her thighs and placed my mouth upon her until you could only hear her panted sighs.

She wrestled for the top position as I placed my hands upon her hips, she put hers behind my head and lifted my face so I could kiss her lips.

In a moment of passion I felt her bite my ear. It was something no woman had done in years.

As the first round of love exhausted us and left us spent we knew we were bonded and we knew exactly what that meant.

I traced love poems upon her stomach with my thumb. Then the embers of passion sparked a flame again and we succumbed.

We knew our connection was growing much too fast and infatuation like ours rarely grows into love that lasts.

Yet our philosophy was quite the same, if we only had this moment the rest of love was sometimes only but a game.

A Joel Hunter Borrelli Snippet 11.14.20