Tonight's Lie, Tomorrow's Memory

Something I wrote for my creative writing class this year

You kiss my forehead and play with my hair as I trace the tattoo on your hand with my index finger. "Is it a six or a ‘G'," I ask. You kiss me again and call me "cute" saying that "it's a moon, silly." My head sticks to your bare chest, our sweat created some form of glue holding us together. I hear your heart pounding beneath your rib cage. Our naked bodies tangled together forms the most perfect knot. Legs entwined and your arms around me like a cocoon I never felt so safe yet so vulnerable. You tell me you really like me, that we click, but I know the truth, tomorrow this will have never happened.