Not unrequited, if not fully reciprocated.
The air has taken on the weight of transitory emotions.
An emotional vacuum where feelings are encapsulated.
Was it simply hubris to imagine it could be?

Reflecting on the vagaries of fate and time,
It was one door away from Hell, one away from heaven.
An empty hand when the entry fees are so dear.
Her cinnamon locks draped seductively, irresistibly.

The humid air developed a sheen on her freckled skin.
Eyes of lust moved down her body as it beckoned
A small bead was a precursor of what was to come.
Or was it simply…something else? A guide to…

A hand resting on a cocked hip while the companion
Combed the scarlet web at her crux.
Ruby lips licked seductively by the tip of a tongue
Each caress of her hand provoked a subtle undulation of her hips.

Was she possessing or entrapped?
As she lowered her hips to the mattress her legs parted
Revealing the valley of her desire as the guardians of her temptation
Lifted causing her to languish seductively, enticing, erotic.

Kneeling, hands further spread the invitation to tempt an act.
Her commitment to another evaporated in the heat of anticipation.
Could this trespass be a sin? Did it matter for more than moment?
She wanted, nay needed, this so long desired it seemed justified.

The scent so apparent it could not only smell but taste.
Pungent as a tongue lapped at the wet crevice.
Thighs trapping the assault, hips plunging demanding more.
It was only the moment, a moment to satisfy what was thought impossible.

Was it enchantment? How could such a long anticipated need be unattended?
Nipples pebbled like tiny rose buds twisted painfully
Electric shocks reverberating from below and above.
A brief glimpse of a commitment banished in the throes of passion.

It was just this once…was it a solitary act? Could it be?
The arousal slowly enveloped her body as a tongue danced on her most intimate parts.
Not a sexual waltz. The music played steadily increasing until…
The crash of drums drowned out all sensibility, her dance peaked.

And in the end was there a beginning?
“Libera nos a malo.”

And so it was and will be.