The Perfect Storm

A moment passed, white hot silence filling your moonlit bedroom. You were so close, yet felt too far away. Though my body was tightly wrapped in your arms, the distance between our lips felt like miles, rather than inches. Your eyes had me captivated, their gentle blue coaxing me closer, further shrinking the space between us. Every inch of my being wanted this; wanted to melt into you. Accompanying your every inhale was the pressure of your chest against my side. Your fingers, laced with mine, were the only things keeping me grounded; the only things keeping me from collapsing into you. A moment passed, each of us drinking in each other's presence until we could bear it no longer. Your lips collided with mine all at once, sending a whole new surge of emotions surging through me.

Our kiss was rushed at first, each of us gasping for the air that we could only find within each other. I quickly switched from sitting beside you to straddling your hips, facing you. Your hands drifted from their clutch around mine to find their favorite resting place; sitting gingerly on the curve of my hips. No matter how close we got, there was always too great a space between our bodies. I let my hands explore, feeling out every tightened muscle in your toned arms. I felt your shudders beneath my hands, each one driving me to melt deeper into our shared space. I removed my hands from your lap, slipping them under your arms. I let my fingers trace against the beautifully sculpted muscles in your shoulders. Following my hands was your soft cotton shirt, bunching up in my fists. Your spine arched under the contact of my hands, pushing your muscular chest harder against me. Amidst the aggressive, passionate heat between us, your soft, gentle lips remained calm against my rough ones. Your lips were the calm in the storm that was our love. Every time our lips broke apart for even a fraction of a second, my heart was set ablaze all over again.

Our breathing had become heavy, both of us sputtering from lack of air. You were the one who broke our binding; broke the seal between our lips. Your kisses found their way from my lips to my cheeks, then from my cheeks to my forehead. Though our shared kiss had broken, our hands remained unmoved; yours on my hips, mine against the small of your back. Your lips on my forehead were soon replaced by your own forehead, and I found myself gazing into your eyes once again, you returning the gesture. My muscles loosened in the moment, relaxing into you. I let my head rest on your shoulder, my eyes fluttering shut. I drank in every bit of your cologne, it's lemon-musty fragrance embedding itself in my memory. Your lips met my ear lovingly, whispering, though there was no one around to hear you but me. It was just us, alone, seated atop the dark silk comforter of your bed. You left one phrase to bounce about my mind; "I love you, my sweet baby girl."