Half the battle was won when she, winked her eyes and paused to hear what pleasing thoughts might fill between her ears.
The rest was in her complicit smiles with my designs compliant to her will.
Her feet stood still, her faced transfixed and desire brewed beneath her carnal features.
It was I who saw the clouds, perceived the coming showers and chose the hour that it came.
Not that I made myself the author of her will,
Lo, I steered its path with my guiding hands as the wind for none as strong dwelled within.
The time which passed between our distance became to her a dreamy night,
Too short but yet so well and without a clue as to how it began or why it ended.
But how pleasurable are those dreams of illicit things stimulated by one beside ourselves and so beyond our guilt.
For what was truly your wish?
To dismiss your virtue for a while and hide that pleasure in your eyes?
Yes, and the means I have provided like a blessing in disguise.