Sounds of sex fill my ears,
It’s everywhere causing need,
Causing lust and desire.

The room is full of bodies,
Bodies in various stages of play.
Some are coy and shy,
Most are blunt and open.

How do you sort through?
How do you find your fit?
Through temptation eyes.

Being pulled left and right,
So many choices.
Looking up there he is,
The one you’ve been searching for.

The heart skips a beat,
Your breath catches in your throat,
Goosebumps flow along your body,
Tightness forms in secret places.

Lust.

That’s what he finds in your eyes,
The sweet smile you grant him,
Playful tempting encouragement,
Words of seduction.

Go to him,
Bodies craving release,
“Make me feel, make me come!”
You cry with a desperate need.

Moaning, groaning, pleading, begging,
The heat of your passion burns,
White hot, scorching lust,
Exposing everything,
Humbling yourself.

Silence crashes down,
Broken only by the panting,
Catching your breath,
Your attempt to regain control.

The burning glow begins to fade,
Awkward silence prevails.

Sitting up and looking at the truth,
The truth of what you’ve done,
The facts of the day,
The honest truth of your lust.

Now what?

“How does it end?” he asks.
“The same way it begins,” she says.
“With temptation eyes.”