Unconsciously, instinctively, as if I’ve been waiting for this moment for ages without realizing it.  I don’t know what’s running through my mind.  I don’t know why my heart is beating so fast. 

I don’t know how these lips find their way to hers.

Giving, taking, devotion and apathy; I’m lost in it all and so much more.  The kiss feels not like a kiss but more like some magical endorphin.  I feel the pain of twenty-years dissolving and escaping through my hot tears.  The black folder—that revived my forgotten history—slips between my fingers and falls to the floor as my hands travel from my sides to grip her arm and waist to bring her closer.  Though this wonderful feeling is new, it feels like the thousandth time we’ve kissed, not the first.

It’s the next most intimate thing I can ever remember doing, besides the night we spent together.  I feel complete with our bodies enveloped in each other, this time without the stake of being caught.

The candle on the nightstand burns to a stub and the room is completely dark.

My back is warm, my head is spinning, and my eyes are blurred.  I feel alive as if the energy of the sun itself were coursing through my veins.

It’s not so much the excavating of my past that ignites these emotions, but the fact that I have her to myself in this very moment.

Thank you.

I’m on the verge of letting everything go and shouting to the world my sentiments of bliss.

My lips break away slowly but the passion is still connecting us.  I keep our foreheads pressed together.  Her scent lingers in my senses and my breathing is still mingled with excitement as I gaze into her beautiful eyes.

She doesn’t say a word and neither do I.