Where Fairy tales die

You could say it came about by random chance
A shared thought of pattern,
But in the end, it always turns out the same
or does it?

Soft touches, and soft kisses
until passion turns those things into something different entirely
Until we are rolling around in the summer grass
every inch of our bare skin being eaten alive
we couldn't have cared less,
who was or was not watching
because we were playing the roll of lovers
rolling around in the summer grass


And when I stop, only for a moment
to look into your clear blue eyes
you look amazed
and I find myself asking why
only to have you respond
that you were simply amazed by my beauty
" I want you "

and this is were I become soft hearted
hoping that this one turns out different.
because there was something different,
yes you posses the lust that all men have
but you failed to act upon it, and not from your own choice I know
but simply because
I am hoping to believe
that you would never hurt me.