Within the Depths of My Imagination

I lift my hand to move the hair from your face. I linger there, searching your eyes for permission. I move closer in and kiss you. I pause, ready for you to kick me out, but, instead, you lift your hands to hold my face and kiss me back. We kiss, communicating desire. Slow desire. Soft desire. You pull away, grab my hand, and lead me to your bedroom. Lights on?