There is a fine line
if there is one at all
between Love and Lust
a path upon which
we all have walked
We gently pluck the fruit
from the tree of physical attraction
that all engulfing
yearning...
wanting...
needing...
We are drawn closer
as a bee to honey
unable to resist
the driven rising passion
The sweetness of that first kiss
When hungry lips mold as one...
as the passion begins to stir...
That all encompassing desire
heightens as eye searches eye
being lost in a world
that is shared by but two
neither able to deny
the sparkle seen
They sit beneath a tree covered canopy
at a rugged picnic table
the air is chilled .... voices in the distance
go all but unnoticed as lips touch
ever so gently ...
so sweetly ...
Not totally sure of the situation at hand
The kiss is warm...
moist...
with guarded passion
Conversation mingled with kisses
Touches...
Laughter...
Desires...
Dancing upon
that fine line of no return
heightens the desire
leaving both breathless
wanting more...
Neither sure of this path
they jointly walk
but sharing passions
that now lay unanswered
Yearning for the destination
to unite as one
Knowing it will have to wait
for another day...
With one last kiss they part
and go their separate ways