Elements start to form between us…

He flashes that smile…

Touch, his touch on my side; temptation…

Close together, no space between us and he almost kisses me…

Taking in his embrace, I can’t described, temptation…

Eyes so green, dressed in black; visionary…

“What’s wrong,?” he asks me; “Nothing..., The temptation!,” I whisper…

“Don’t speak”, I already know; temptation; written on his face-in his eyes…

Temptation, “How are you getting home?,” he asks me…

Temptation, looking in to his eyes-almost taken over by him…

The night comes to an end, driving away I am in a daze...

Temptation… Temptation… Temptation… Temptation…

Sherry Jo Raning Thunder Sheehy ©