Still, probably, not say no.

The music was the night's compass.

Not that long ago.

It drew us together,

and brought a closeness, 

that I just hadn't been able to give.

I went to sleep that night

and could smell you on my clothes

Remembering the feeling of your hair brushing against my stubble'd face

and the thought of our bodies interlocked in one.
The capability for close, in thought, as well
with skin.

Affected in a fluid motion

as two people in that proximity always have

that capability, to let guards down 

and want to please the other.

and to quietly fall into each
other;

on the couch or in some tall grass.
And bring lips together,
in soft bites and lips to necks.

That? Fantastically provoked. 

Both physically and emotionally.

I'd still, probably, not say no.

The earth expands and contracts,

the power shifts. 

And no 

struggle

ensues between. 

Just right.