The wink of an eye.
Meaningless conversation affixed among two lonely souls.
The brush of a finger, sending tingling sensations down a sensuous body.
Laughter ensues, followed by one hand, folding into another.
Lips meet, sending pleasurable neurons down to Unspeakable Pleasure Points.
Heat erupts from both, making a casual meeting once innocent, now a taste for Lust.
Play no more my Virgin Angel, for the Devil needs to be fulfilled.
Garments fall, as the power of Lust’s heat sets the body afire.
Writhing with passion sets the night’s agenda,
And Sounds of Lust fill the Sensual air.
Moaning saturates the dark, until both have satisfied Lust’s NEED.
Once again, stillness returns, and All is right with the world.