Passion

We were sitting close together, then you laid back against my chest.
Safely  nestled  so close to me, your  soft hair now so close to my face.
My arm that was around your shoulder was   now upon your breast.
The scent of you flooded my sences  overwhelmed me   ,my heart did race.

The movie ended  and I looked at you, passion arose, I had to kiss you.
My mouth pressed against  yours, opened wide, our tougues in passion met.
My hand  squezed you breast and pinnched nipple , all discresion now had flew! 
I did unbutton your blouse, pulled you breast free kissing your nipple without regret.

From passion did lust arise  my hand between your legs eargerly sought.
But even in lust and passion sanity did unasked occur to me , "shall I stop" 
I did then ask you politely,knowing the answer  but so afraid you were distraught.
You anwser as I knew you would,  my passion  soared; all pretence then did drop.

My mouth was busy but my hands  were desparated  to your pants to remove.
I sought again where I had stopped,I did  find  THAT place so  hot ,so wet. 
Deeply I probed with my tougue and with my finger,my actions you did approve.
Now we our passion that night did sate, a  lustly,  a  hardy but  joyous  duet.