Chills. Sheer electric coursing through my veins screaming YES! Once I'd felt her touch I was doomed to want her more and more; I was loving every minute of it.

Her lips were a delicacy so rich, succulent, deadly; no escape...not that I'd ever wished to. How could anyone leave something so precious?

Doomed. Three hours? Might as well be lightyears. Tears fill the night as I lament our future of nothing.

Closer, closer, closer! My heart cries.
Leave while you can. My head warns;
I fear it is too late. My heart, once claimed, refuses to relent! To break it is the only escape; the only way out.

What is love? Beautiful, most surely. Joyful, of course. Pain. Heartbreak. Tears. The good and the bad. Hope and horror. Desire and dispair. Love is the culmination of two worlds. Love is what I desparately want and blatently avoid.

For one more touch; kiss; carress; look...I'd do anything.
Her only fault the one thing I cannot change: her home.