A part from what I might write.

The way our eyes meet accross the room, You can't only see it but feel it. I wanted you to walk towards me, and when you did I wanted you to turn away. You knew the moment we would start to talking we wouldn't be able to stop. Then you knew where we would go if we started walking. To my barn. Our barn, the place we could be each other. The place you knew I loved. When you brushed you hand on my cheek and said, 'Lets go'. I wanted to run and meet you there.
When we got there. You held my hand and led me in. I had been there before many times and knew where to go, but I wanted you to hold me. I looked at the ground, not at your face. I wanted to. I wanted to kiss you however I couldn't have stood the rejection if you said no. But then you lifted my head and kissed me softly. Your hands slid down my back and grabbed me closer towards you. The kiss was getting harder and rougher. I grabbed your head and held you closer. You pushed me up against the barn wall and kissed me like you had no intention of stopping. Your hands were moving all over me. I enjoyed the thrill of doing something we weren't supposed to. I didn't want you to stop.

But you did.

This is not perfect, but its not too bad. ha.
Something I might put in what I'm writing at the moment called, 'the barn.'

It's 2010. now live it happy.