immoral needs

after school
his backyard
run run run run into the house and
up up up up the stairs until
we both collapse onto his bed
kick shoes off
embrace
my pulse quickens
i need more
leaning over him
looking into those dark dark eyes
i know so well
i bite my lip
he grins
and i go in for the kill
lips meet
quiet
gentle
not enough
i need more
tounges touch
my fingers entwine into his hair
and i ever-so-slighty grind my hips into his
a demand, not a suggestion
he understands
and readily obliges
we turn over
he is on top of me,
dominating me
our breathing quickens and becomes shallow
i need more
i am in an ethereal world
but not heaven
something this forbidden would not be permitted there
for what im craving right now
i should be in hell
but i dont care
i need more
with one hand on the small of his back
and the other knotted in his hair
i pull him closer to me
his hand slips up my shirt
and our breathing becomes rapid
our contact to the world has shut off
we know only each other
our bodies are glued together
and our two souls fuse into one
i bite his lip
he moans
and a chill runs through my body
i need more
i need to feel him inside me
i need to feel him pushing pushing pushing pushing
harder and harder
and he needs that too
i'm sure of it
i do everything in my power to try to make it happen
but to no avail
the timing's not right
not yet
it would be immoral
but how could something that feels this right
be so wrong?