The air stands cold. Sitting so close I can feel your warmth.But I am not to move. The fact is that you are not my own. I try to stay away, going into the dark hall, hoping to be alone. I turn to feel your breath against my cheek, your hands holding me close. But I am not to move. The rhythm of your kisses sways me back and forth. The feel of your heart with mine connect. Breathing never felt so hard before this. The pure pleasure is too much for me. Your grip tightening on my waist I feel you stiffen against me. When the moment past I can't help but think.The way you kiss, the way you touch; the way we move