I know I shouldn't be here...
and I'm not really sure why I am.
Something in my subconscious mind brought me here...
and now, I'm standing at your door.
You reach out your hand...
I automatically reach back mine.
Together... hand in hand...
we stand by the closed door.
He turns to me...
the uncomfortable silence still prevailing.
He puts his arms around me and draws me to him.
The most secure...
yet, the most insecure feeling I have ever experienced.
For what seemed like an eternity...
(or maybe I just wished it was an eternity)
we stood there... embraced.
I turned to you...
you lightly brushed your lips against mine...
a promise of things to come?
Once again, you take my hand...
and lead me.
I can feel you...
all of you.
Silence...
concealed emotions are bottled inside these four walls...
and I think we're about to add more.
This is your place...
your space...
and now I'm gonna leave my mark...
I think.
Still not speaking,
you begin undressing me...
slowly... but deliberately...
staring deeply into my eyes...
never blinking.
I begin undressing you...
without hesitation...
not thinking twice if I should.
Even though we stand before each other
completely naked,
we continue to stare...
deep into the complex tunnel of each other.
I am so afraid of missing a blink...
an emotion...
something that would help me understand this moment.
Now, we lay together on the bed...
as the strength of a single kiss
rolls us over...
and over...
and over.
All of you...
all of everything I've ever wanted...
for so long...
is it mine tonight?
We move slowly...
carefully...
almost hesitantly...
familiarizing ourselves completely with each other...
preparing for the journey ahead.
Your lips are so soft...
pressed against me.
Your body is so warm...
already moist with sweat.
The time is getting close...
really close...
and I can't wait much longer.
You fill me with parts of you I never knew existed...
only imagined.
Feeling you climb deeper and deeper...
it's greater than any illusion this mind could ever create.
The moment is perfect.
Later,
I glance around the room...
trying to memorize everything about this moment.
Books, pictures... even clothes
tell me that I was here before I actually arrived.
You whisper, "I love you"...
and I wonder...
Is this the beginning to an end?
Or an end to something that never really began?
