Strangers Passion

They stare into each others eyes,
Strangers from across the room,
Undressing her in his mind,
Imagining what they will soon do.

The man walks over slowly,
Just to make the first move,
He leans in and whispers softly,
`I think I am in love with you.´

And just to let her know,
How passionate fires burn,
Nibbles gently on her neck,
Butterflies begin to turn.

She giggles with a shy smile,
As he takes her hand,
Leads her to an empty room,
She knows what he has planned.

Her dress unzips with ease,
And slides down to the floor,
The fear of being caught this way,
Only makes her want him more.

She lies down on the bed,
As he kisses down her breast,
And pulls down on her black lace,
Merely as a test.

She arches up her back,
And gives a subtle moan,
He slides his tongue between her legs,
Then comes a heavy groan.

As he comes up to kiss her mouth,
Their souls join as one,
It feels like fire between them,
Whether its love or just for fun.

The breathing gets real heavy,
And both bodys begin to shake,
The passion overwhelmes,
With every move thy make.

Together they climax hard,
Clenching each others palms,
Once again locking eyes,
No words are said lying in his arms.