The first time came easy. I spent the entire day wanting to touch your lips. Not really kiss you, but touch. All day I wondered how it would feel to get drunk on your scent. It had been a long time since I smelled a good man. Not to be confused with a good smelling man. That night you were passionate and sensual. The second time was confusing. I wanted to be in to you. But not sure if I wanted you in me. I forgot to move cautiously and was disappointed. The passion and sensuality were gone that night. But still you warmed my heart. It wasn't love. It was comfort. Sometimes comfort is an acceptable substitution for love.