An Evening In Question

The room divides through conversation, glowing bulbs bring scattered light, music slowly sets the mood, the eyes that shine are colored blue. The imprints are left on the carpet, the feet move slowly with precision, her body moves; scope and sequence, breathing escalates, her touch is frequent.

The eye that winks, the lips that smile, the hand that motions "stay awhile". The cheeks that blush, the voice that calls, the sweet nothings that tempt my fall.

The walk into the room that's lonely, slowly softly shut the door, my second thoughts meet her intentions, skin on skin dulls my prevention. Mark me as a failed attempt, my conscience finally came around, your body's close, your grasp is tight, but to push away never felt so right.

The hands release, the back that turns, the tears that cease the eyes from burn. The light that dances on these walls, the being no longer tempts my fall.

Dissapear behind the door, I am passive no more.