Do you believe in accidents?

Have you ever felt a feeling like when there is an

automatic rush and you are thinking on forbidden

levels of ecstasy about her?

You want to amuse her with sensual passion by tickling parts of her making her sing on soprano levels of intamacy as you dance to her rhythm.

Or do you believe that there could be the kind of accident like when she drops her books and you both bend down to pick them up, your eyes lock and this is followed by your first kiss from her?

The kind of accident like when one moment you are having a casual conversation under the night sky and you somehow notice how the moonlight reflects off of her dark skin and she is suddenly transformed into this angelic figure.

Like when your hand "accidentally" grazes her thigh

and it feels so right that you can no longer fight and

suddenly it just happens.

You would fit perfectly into her like a one thoudand piece jigsaw puzzle the end result, well worth the time and effort. You are in a oneness togther admiring how the moonlight bounces off of every curve, that first glance has now a long adoring lust for her.

The world is forgotten.

As your potions mix conjuring up a lustful secret to

be whispered among each other your duet now sounds

like a symphony.

You speak to her heart who opens her soul and tells

her mind to let you in to open her heart and just say

yes! Are you being blessed?

Your pressence alone speaks wisdom to her being

knowledge of self creating an awarness of your

universe together.

Just incase this would be the only time for this "accident" to occur you obtain a photographic memory of the way her face looked when she climaxed, the sounds she made when she screamed a painful

pleasure every perfection and imperfection made her

perfect 34, 27, 36 5'5" 135 measuring up a mental

image of her.

But was she really there?

Was your dream so vivid that you thought it was real or was this reality so unimaginable that you thought it was a dream?

You awake to the smell of her sweet scent on your pillow.

Could this simply be defined as an accident or a created lustful secret?