A/N: Ok so this poem is rated M for a reason. Though not explicit, it is suggestive...but yea i wrote this last summer...and I hope you like it...please review and tell me what you think!!

-Caya

Temptations rising. Do I give in? Just let myself go?

I’m ready. Don’t go too fast. Let’s take this slow.

You grab me and start kissing my lips,

Caressing my back on down to my hips.

It feels so good I can barely stand.

This is exactly why I made you my man.

You gently lay me on the bed,

As thoughts of sinful things to do to you fly into my head.

You go down. Do your thing. A tear comes to my eye.

I’m thinking ‘Don’t let him know he’s good.’, but its hard for me to lie.

My body is trembling. I’m feeling weak.

I want to say your name, yell, do something, but it’s hard for me to speak.

All my senses have weakened, except the one that helps me feel you,

I’m panting softly and massaging your head, cause right now, that’s all that I can do.

All of a sudden, you get up, and walk out of the door.

I get up to follow you, but I’m so weak I fall to the floor.

‘He’s teasing me.’ I thought. ‘We have to finish this. That’s a must.’

I run into the living room, and start kissing you, not even noticing your parents right in front of us.