He came through the dark, with his pale face half hidden behind his beautiful black hair, so unbridled that I thought I could almost feel his wild soul.. We went to the park to fix the strings on the guitar, and I sat quietly next to him.. There is a kind of intensity that cannot be described by words, if the world was to end yesterday, I would have died with happiness..

While his beautiful finger touched the strings, I have already submitted to my desire, love, and lust.. Looking at his face, I had to merge myself with this man.. in anyway.. There was an unmistakable current of passion going through our gaze, and when he touched my face so gently, I knew everything was going to swirl after that overture.. I held his hand in mine, wanted to make sure he was real.. for I’ve been waiting for too long for this moment, and I almost held my breath as he opened his arms for me to take refuge..

Our embrace was so magnetic that I could not think under the street lamp that shone almost innocently bright above our wondering heads..Then..before I knew.. my face became so close to his that I almost involuntarily moved to kiss him..for a minute I thought I was in heaven, while his hands warmed my face, my body, and my soul.. perhaps I longed too much for someone’s touch, that I didn’t give a bloody hell who I might be, he could well be a priest.. I wanted love, but did I want him? We continued to explore our deepest longing to become one, as I whispered his name in his ear, and bite softly but surely into his delicate skin.. I wanted him so badly, as he was ready to come into my body.. everything seemed so natural, but was it real? His beautiful face, lusciously seducing lips, and that smile.. He has rained in my desert, yet he was trapped in my mirage..

We walked home, hand in hand, like a couple who are fervently in love, perhaps we are in love.. His kiss is so divine, just like his gallant ways and subtle yet fiercely attractive ways.. I want so much more than just last night, I wanted to make love to him in every possible way, place, and time.. If I am the angel from hell, he must be the devil from paradise.. Oh Becker.. please never leave me, I want to taste you until I am drowned in guilt and pleasure..