— a short non-fiction by potpourris.
A Night in the Dark
My turn?
I think I’m lost.
Don’t get me wrong; I know where I am and how I got here. All I see is nothingness as I wander my eyes about the starless, moonless room of hers. But it seems as if my being is not in sync with my form, as I found myself getting lost in … her.
When I’m by myself silence could kill, but being here feels superb. Though her room is so poorly lit, I could still see without any difficulty. I wouldn’t dare say she’s in a frenzy of delight just yet, but I can tell that she’s getting there.
She lies in front of me; her temple is mine for tonight. I trace my finger around her curves only to see her graceful twists and turns — with her arching her spine like it was for me to climb to reach nirvana. I ascend higher and higher only by watching her.
Expressions scream louder than bombs, even when she covers her lips with her hands. I land kisses here, there, and everywhere just to hear whatever comes after. I’ll take her moans and giggles all the same.
For the minutes I know not where we end and begin,
The sides we never knew we had, awaken within
My tongue to hers, her kiss of wanting more
I’m lost before, but not anymore.
Merely because of how she’s finally let go of what’s been holding her grounded, pulled me close without a care with her still grasping for air, collecting her tired, panting self only to whisper,
“Fuck … you found me.”
