It makes me nervous. I don't say the right things or perhaps I start to examine, evaluate, compute what I am saying. In other words I get a little creepy. That's all taken care of. The man is really somebody we got to know by mere physical juxtaposition long maintained, and was taken into our confidence, and even heart, as a makeshift.
Elaborate fantasies circle our kissing forms like so much fairy dust.
Dreams of a future that may never be, but for the moment are as real as yesterday. Locked in your embrace, I kiss with all the passion I can muster to give shape to the shadows of our hopes. Responding in kind, our movements a dance of love over the floor, we fall into each other without looking back. Danger lurks all about, beyond our closed eyes, but that is irrelevant. Kiss me, today, for now.