It all started with intent. We were both aware of what lay so quietly and nonchalantly in front of us. It wafted in the air, sly and unnoticed. We stood together, waiting for the inevitable. He brushed my hair from my neck, and gravitated toward me with his dampened lips. Our social situation came to a screeching halt. All of the sudden, everyone else had places to be. He once again swept the lingering hair to one side of my neck. On this particular side of my neck was a trace of his being—of our being. He was temporarily tattooed to my skin.
Before I realized what had taken place, or how it had come about—we were alone. It didn’t take long for a single union of our lips to take over. I felt as if I was no longer in control of my being. We were entangled in each other—a human knot. The thought of his touch still leaves me trembling. His fingers grazed slowly but frantically down my side, whilst his toes coiled with mine. His left hand tentatively lifted me up, until it lied perfectly in place on the small of back. Each time his skin brushed against mine, a mind shattering tingle ran down my spine, and tickled my feet. Slowly, his touch crept up my side and stomach, in the few inches between my sticky skin and draping shirt. My body was impossibly suspended. He quietly removed my shirt, and I mirrored his action. We continued. I let out a muffled, and almost indistinguishable cry. With his one hand wrapped in my knotting hair, his other fell to my jeans. Soon, they met my shirt on the ground. I mirrored his action.
Together, the heat of our bodies overtook my rationale. I threw my right hand to my forehead, as a look of helplessness overwhelmed my face. I ached for air. I pained for strength. I pushed him away. He looked at me with incredulousness in his eyes. He lay defeated on his back. Without a word, I pulled myself above him. My arms began to quake with agony. All of my weight hovered over his captivating frame, inches from total contact. I closed my eyes in disbelief, as my lips inclined towards his. They removed themselves, and I began panting for air. My mind was racing, and my head was pounding. My eyes remained shut, as I processed every conscious move of my body on his, and his on mine. My arms remained locked, and I let all of the weight of my body fall onto his. My eyes tightened. I felt his hands on my sides
—sweat excreting from every pore in my body. He slowly wrapped his leg around mine, and set me below him. Each breath was racing out of our lungs. I felt him and I become one—a union of heartbeats and breaths. His fingers interlaced with mine as he crept to once again kiss my lips. This time, I let out a longer cry, as if I was pleading with the feeling of my convulsing body. Our bodies retracted, and I could not help but look at his frame. We lay there on our sides, facing each other.
I will never forget the way the shadows fell on the curves of his body. He pulled me close. Once again our heartbeats met, and our sweat mingled. He again sifted the hair from my face, and placed his lips on my forehead. He whispered something to me, and my body gave in to weakness. I slept in his arms, and his breath tickled my neck in the most comforting way possible.