A hidden play

A man sits before a curtain, the play He does not know,
Electricity in air, audience of one for the show,
It begins, the curtain draws slowly to open,
Nothing but a peek, the idea of a notion,
Before him a woman, radiant and gleaming,
Her eyes to his, her smile beaming,
The room grew quiet and still, frozen,
Time lost its way, this moment chosen,
All there was, all there could ever be,
Was this instant, second chance destiny?
Her eyes tore through, shredding hard exterior,
Crumbled, broken, fragmented; his exposed interior,
Fromman to boy, nothing but the beat of heart,
Shiver down his spine, hair on end, play's start,
Bodies grow closer, heated breath mingles,
Lips moisten as the mind tingles,
Resist they can not, lips meet lips, a kiss,
As the man turned boy falls into bliss,
Passion begets reason, lost in each other,
There's nothing else, no thought of another,
Lips slowly part, a boy a man again,
Eyes wide open, he can never go back then,
A then where he had slept and slumbered,
Seeing a new world where he could be unencumbered.
The play now over, curtains drop, he sat empty yet fulfilled,
For how could any man forget what her lips had instilled.