Temptation

//Driven by restrained desire

I want what I need//

Does he know what he's doing to me? Does he? Watching him, every moment, every word, every sound. They're like an intimate caress, inflaming my desire and pushing me to distraction. It gets harder day by day, second by second to not give in to my desire and touch him.

//Shaking as his sex takes hold

I've lost all control//

He did it again. That look. The one that brings to mind images of a night spent in orgasmic ecstasy. Eyes dark and half lidded, mouth parted, pink tongue running temptingly over those firm, lush lips of his. I'm shaking with desire, glad for the distracting roar of the crowds. No one notices me set my guitar down before I drop it. I can't take it anymore. This ends tonight.

//Drowning in a sea of rage

I taste the embrace//

Going backstage now he throws his arm over my shoulders and it's all I can do to keep myself from shoving him against a wall right then and there. He jabbers something about what a great show we just had but I just stare straight ahead, lest I lose what little control I have left. Before I can even think of replying or pushing him away he is gone off to assault Angi, hugging her and telling her she was in top form tonight. A cleansing rage rips through me when she kisses his cheek. What right does she have to kiss what is MINE?! I wrap myself in the rage, using it to keep myself in check as we head for the hotel.

//Helpless as it steals my soul

I've lost all control//

We're all safely ensconced in our hotel rooms. Or rather THEY are safe. He isn't. Not tonight. Tonight I am succumbing to the overwhelming temptation I've been living with for so long. A soft knock and he answers the door, yawning, wearing only a pair of loose shorts and looking deliciously fuckable. He opens his mouth, to ask what I'm doing here I guess. We'll never know because he has not time to say anything before I've crushed my mouth down into his, giving a guttural moan, as I taste him at last.

//We exist in a world where the fear of

Illusion is real//

Passion, blinding, searing in its intensity rips through me as I devour him through the kiss. I can feel his hands all over me. On my back. In my hair. Trying to pull me away. Fighting to get free. I ignore it. My arms wrap tighter around him and an almost primal growl works it way into my throat. Ruthlessly my tongue plunders the sweet heat of his mouth. Pushing him onto the bed and covering his body with mine I notice a change. No longer are his hands seeking to push me away. Instead they are pulling me closer. Or am I imagining that? Does he really want me as bad as I want him? Or could it be a desperate illusion, fed by my desperate hunger?

//And we cling to the past to deny and confuse

The ideal//

He can't want me. I can't want him. I shouldn't want him. What about Colby? His wife. The woman he was married to and loved so deeply. What about Michelle, my girlfriend, the woman I loved. But did I? Tearing my mouth away I loom over him, gasping for air. Blue eyes, darkened to a midnight shade of violet with unbridled lust stare back at me. It's almost my undoing to see them, but somehow I hold back, start to pull away. I have no right. No right at all to do this to him. I barely move when a hand tangles with mine and brings it to his lips. Placing a gentle kiss on my palm that shoots fire to my groin he breathes my name. That is my undoing. Hearing my name spoken from those lips in that husky, pleading voice.

//Once inside, we can conceive and believe in a god

We can't feel//

Swooping down we start to feast on each other's mouths. No time passes it seems, and we are naked, reveling in the feel of our bodies pressed together in the most intimate of ways. My name is cried again as I grin my hardness against his. Oh god, his voice, begging, pleading for me to touch him, kiss him, take him, make him mine. Stealing myself to keep from climaxing right then I reach over to the nightstand by his bed. My hand encounters a small plastic tube of complimentary lotion and I send a silent thank you to the hotel staff.

Now it's his turn to growl with lust as I coat my fingers. Probing at the entrance to his body I swirl my finger around until I feel the ring of muscle start to loosen. A deep moan of pleasure is wrested from him as my slick finger slips gully inside. Unable to back my own moans I keep stretching him until four fingers are buried in his hot body and he's bucking against them, utterly mindless with pleasure. So beautiful is he. When lost in the throes of passion he becomes almost too beautiful to be real.

With shaky fingers I coat my burning erection and position myself. Looking deep into his eyes I ask for and see his consent before starting to push slowly in. Oh god...oh god...so tight...so hot. I feel I've died and gone to heaven.

//Destined by a fate so cruel

And drugged to delight//

Once I'm fully in him we both lay still, trembling and panting. This is so right, so perfect. I belong here. WE belong here. Like this. Together. With a gentle roll of my hips I start to move within him. It's like a drug this feeling. Coursing through my body and igniting every fiber of my being with mind-numbing pleasure.

//Laughing as these lies unfold

I've lost all control//

Minutes, hours, days. Time is inconsequential. Leaning down I take a nipple into my mouth, biting down just hard enough before sucking harshly on the sensitive nub. His resulting cry of pleasure was music to my ears. Speeding up I again am struck by the rightness of this. I am his. He is mine. As I realize that truth I almost laugh at the utter simplicity of it. No more lying about how we feel. We belong together and to each other. This epiphany spurs me to greater heights of passion and I let everything go. Gone are the gentle thrusts; in their place is raw hunger and need. His legs are thrown over my shoulders as I brutally pound into him.

Climbing higher and higher towards nirvana our cries of pleasure fill the room. Knowing my release is almost there I snake one hand between our bodies and grip his slick arousal. Angling my thrusts so they are striking the center of his pleasure spot. Jerking him hard to the rhythm of my hips it isn't long before his body stiffens under mine. I sear our lips together as he voices his pleasure for any and all to hear. Eagerly I swallow the sound, taking it into myself where it resonates all through me. When his inner walls clamp down around me I'm lost. Echoing his scream I feed it back to him as my entire world explodes in brilliant flashes of white and sparks of color. A whimper escapes us both as I collapse on top of him.

//Temptation

It never lets me down//

Shuddering and almost sobbing for air it is many minutes before I can move. Even then I remain where I am. Loath to give up this delicious feeling. If I had known I would feel this good I would have given in ages ago.

//Temptation

One foot in the ground//

Soon he starts to protest my weight sleepily and I move off of him, hissing as I withdraw from his body. Immediately I have my arms wrapped around him and holding him close. Never. Never am I letting him go. I'm still mostly up in the clouds of heaven but feeling him near me is my anchor to earth.

//Temptation

You satisfy my soul//

I gaze down at his sleeping face, carefully memorizing every detail. Gods how I love him. From the first moment I saw him I loved him. He is the other half of me. The better half of me. My soul mate.

//Temptation

I've lost all control//

You, Darren Stanley Hayes, were, are and will always be my greatest temptation. I fought it for the longest time but no more. For you I gave and give up all control. Damn you for making me. Thank you for making me.