Passion:

Dark halls, long, never ending steps that reach a place of familiarity.
Nervousness, confusion, all which describe the inflammation of our hearts.
Leaning against the dark wall, camouflaging, until the long streaks of moonlight pervade its way.
My legs spread apart, while yours find their way.
Did you feel that?
Our eyes fixed upon the innocent, yet motionless lips awaiting their fate.
No! Don't reach. It's a gradual thing.
The path of our lips, take a different course.
They meet perpendicularly.
The cold shudders rush through our bodies, as my nails find their way along your back and penetrate slowly, but not harshly.
The warmth of your tongue along my entire body, invading every part of my soul.
My eyes closed, my head relaxed, all while in a state of ecstasy.