The Encounter...

I met him in the park one day,
while out for a walk.
We exchanged greetings as we passed,
but didn't stop to talk.

I glanced back at the handsome stranger,
as he looked back at me.
I didn't feel or sense danger,
only curiousity.

His hair was thick and dark,
his eyes a piercing blue.
And at that moment in the park,
I knew what we would do...

The next time I took my walk,
through the sunlit park once more..
I saw, again, the stranger..
the man I'd seen before.

His handsome face lit with a smile,
the moment our eyes met.
He had the kind of good looks,
a woman can't forget.

I felt the stir of excitement,
and suddenly I knew.
This encounter was no accident!
I wondered what he would do..

I felt as if in a trance,
having him so near..
He took my hand as if to dance,
his intentions were quite clear.

He pulled me off the trail,
to a place nearby,
a little, hidden clearing..
I knew exactly why.

We had not spoken yet,
nor did I think we would.
And when, at last, our lips met,
it was so very good.

What in the world was I thinking?
when what we did came next..
Not on drugs, nor was I drinking!
When with the stranger I had sex...

Not just ordinary sex,
but the best I'd ever had!
And now when I think back on it..
I still can't find it bad.

There on the grass,
below the trees..
The distant sound of honeybees..
We made love beyond belief..
on our bed of grass and leaf.

The world beyond our hidden place,
faded as far as I could see.
Looking into his handsome face,
I gave him all of me.

His mouth wandered from my lips,
gently down my throat.
I felt the touch of fingertips,
in a haze I seemed to float.

I felt no shame or shock,
as he pressed close to me.
I felt the hardness of his cock,
and wanted it set free.

He then removed it from his pants,
I felt it's pulsing throb.
We began to do the lover's dance,
me impaled upon his knob.

When at last we were both spent,
and we were dressed once more..
back into the park we went,
to where we were before.

His lips on mine did linger,
with one final kiss.
He traced mine with his finger..
a reminder of our bliss.

Then he turned and walked away..
back into the park.
I sat and thought of our encounter..
until it grew quite dark..

I couldn't feel regret,
of what we'd done that day.
And I knew I'd not forget,
the stranger that passed my way.