No such thing as destiny

There's no destiny. 

There's no coincidence.

But as  your lips press against mine. 

After I've given up . 

Your hard body against my soft curves.

Fingers trailing my skin 

And an undeniable heat between us. 

I smile. 

Your swollen lipsOn my skin. 

My red lipstick 

On your skin.

It wasn't destiny. 

It wasn't a coincidene 

And I'd never raise my hands to pray.

But how beautiful 

is it to have faith.

How beautiful 

is it to believe.

Someone, somewhere Knew we're meant to meet.