The moon sets low,

As the temperatures rise.

Temptation is taking over me,

As I look into his eyes.

Midnight walks across the skies,

My heart being my only guide.

Should I follow,

Or stay behind—

Safely on the other side?

Should I swallow my fear,

And let him come as so near?

If I give in,

My innocence will be taken;

And if I don't,

Will I be forsaken?

My body trembles,

As his lips touch mine;

The taste of his mouth,

So sweetly divine.

Will I follow suit,

Or stay behind?

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Written in November or December of 2001

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