Influences of acid persuasion

My fingers begin to trail your soft, masculine hands, as your hair stands and your body becomes tense to my touch my gut begins to bellow with obscure treachery, bringing me to grind my teeth into sand like granules.
Convinced that my conscience is merely a conflict of emotions I kiss you.
My face becomes non existant as my mind focuses on your cherry red lips clashing with mine.
A burning sensation within our solar plexus bellows right through the core...
I would have taken him to my room -
I would have made him face his  doom -

But all we did was kiss that night
A kiss I shall never forget.
But all we did that night was kiss
A kiss I shall never regret.