"Kiss me" she whispers as we’re sitting in the dark.
She asks or commands, in some ways, she prays.
The moment is eternal and fleeting all at once. Immortal, forever etched into my memory and history, and passing for as soon as my lips reach yours, the request fulfilled, it will have passed, be finished.
Here all your colors are dimmed, but you still shine bright in my eyes, fervent under my fingertips, aching for a stronger touch, a closer one, all of our body part pairs connecting, entangling, pushing, pressing or pulsing like the rhythm of good music.
Those words echoing in my ears, even the movement your tongue makes as those vowels are pronounced alludes to the pull our bodies are yearning for, as these forever-seconds progress.
Oxytocin, serotonin, and dopamine were already flooding my brain just by being this close to you, but hearing those words right after you brushed your hair off one side of your neck and land it all on the other, your chest suddenly rising and falling fast and your skin so very close to mine, now my need for air and fast has doubled, I can almost feel the blood rushing through my veins, my face hot and hands cold, and all I see is the one spot of color in this dark room, your very biteable, incredibly juicy red lips.
You call me saying "baby?", but don’t really need to. My lips are already making their way to you.
