Conception Ignited.

Unaware of how tonight would end, I followed you through the curves of this cold wind. I followed you in circles until we arrived, and then nervously walked in. The tension, thick and desired, dissipated soon after. We talked of uncertainty and of a future unfolded. I leaned forth, towards eternity, and brushed my lips against a rose. Your sweet dew aroused me. On those black pleather bar stools we sat and, as our hands touched, ignited our conception. Your tender hands pulsed with electricity. My body, serene now, vibrated in bliss. Your gaze alternated between my eyes and my lips as you listened in veneration. Still unaware, I pursued unwaveringly.