when i look into his eyes,
the gentle splashes of green glisten on the base coat of grey,
the perfect feature to compliment his plump pink lips,
which,
even though of no experience,
i could tell were soft and warm
his gentle hands as they caressed
my body now completely in his power,
made me weak and i had no intention to make him stop,
as he placed his lips upon mine,
now thinking to myself that my description was right,
every feeling of love and lust rushed over my body,
making the yearning of him and me getting carried away more and more powerful,
as we laid there on the bed ,
one on top of the other,
thinking to myself about what might happen in a few seconds,
the promise i might break to myself about keeping my innocence until marriage,
but who am i,
only the fool to believe that a promise is more powerful than lust.