The midnight sky is a velvety blue black, littered with shining stars. The fragrance of fresh fallen rain awakens the senses and pulls me out into the night. I stop, inhaling deeply, my feet freezing on the ice cold sidewalk. With my eyes closed I can still feel the energy vibrating around me. A small, sad smile twitches my lips as I finally open my eyes and take a few more steps into the chilly night. I know what I do is wrong, that it shouldn't be, but its something I need to do. For me. Dampness caresses my lower lip, and for a moment I'm startled to realize that I'm nervous enough to be licking my lips. Maybe what I'm doing is wrong? But no, I can't allow myself to think like this. Focusing on the grass sparkling with rain drops I look down the street, waiting. It feels like hours have passed but by the chill in my fingers I know it's only been a brief span of time, minutes at the most, when he finally arrives. Chocolate eyes meet cinnamon, and a low flush comes to my cheeks. Its wrong, I know it is. But why then does it feel so right? The few steps between us are spanned, I'm not sure who made the first move, but our lips lock and an explosion of joy rents my soul. Hearts thundering, pressed heart-to-heart. The world floats away in a haze as I melt into his arms, his touches. Our souls reach and meet... colliding into passion. Hands over each others bodies, love thrumming through our veins, we tangle together forgetting the outside world. He enters me and I explode into bliss, my soul soaring to reach the stars that shimmer in the sky, mirrored in his eyes. Thunder crashes in the distance, coinciding with our own intimnate end, and as the rain starts to pour, drenching our sweat soaked bodies... I awaken.