it was warm outside, the kind of warm where the electricity in the air is waiting to strike, not to create a storm but instead something beautiful.  i caught my breath multiple times from my car to your driveway.  there cloud of smoke appeared from behind the corner just before you did, it was still leaving your lips when you locked eyes with mine. 

i wanted to describe the way you touched me, your hand tracing the curve in the small of my back, i wanted to explain how your fingertips were soft but firm in just the right places.  or how your lips found mine in a way i’d never been kissed before. the way you fit perfectly, or maybe not…maybe there wasn’t anything perfect about it, and that’s what made it feel so good.  i wanted to talk about how you touched my hips, how hard it was to catch my breath, or the way i could feel yours shaking when you grazed my neck with your lips.  i wanted to talk about the depth of your voice as it found home in my ears, how soft you spoke but how resounding…how you made it feel as if i was floating even when i was planted firmly against a surface.

but all of that would cheapen it, nothing would make sense if i explained it to everyone, it was one of those nights you want to pause, and live in over and over again.  but life doesn’t have a replay button…i wish so bad sometimes that it did.

waking up to three kisses before you went to shower, rolling over and looking at you as you walked to the bathroom, i curled back up in a blanket that never belonged to me and dug my head into a pillow that looked familiar to one i had at home.  there was a light above my head that let me know morning was here, and for as much as i wanted to fall back asleep reality was making its unkind way back into my life.