I don't remember how it happened, but somehow you've taken my heart captive since the moment my ears heard your voice. How in this world could I ever tell you how my heart aches to be in your presence once more, if only for a moment. My mind would have to wait with the flood of thoughts overwhelming it, you were coming down the sidewalk, holding your brown rain jacket tight to your body for any extra warmth or protection it could offer, your once white and red canvas shoes soaked through and covered in splatters of mud, and your patched and ripped black jeans soaked almost to the knees, all while your smile grew as you noticed me outside waiting.
"I'm so sorry! I hope I didn't make you wait long" you said, still holding that smile as you spoke." You don't have to worry, I got here just before the rain started" I responded after taking a moment to gather myself. You removed your hood and straightened out your curtained auburn hair as we entered the lobby of my loft complex, waiting for our elevator. My wandering eyes couldn't keep to themselves and kept looking in your direction, but I could not let these eyes linger. What if those attentive eyes of yours caught mine and we were caught in a gaze, I don't think my heart could take that kind of rush. Your emerald gemstone-like eyes, glistening in the elevator light, freckles across the bridge of your nose and on each cheek, as if some Grand Creator took their time to place each freckle, one by one, meticulously, is the ultimate show of Godly divineness. We made it to my floor, through my door, to the kitchen, where I prepared us each a cup of hot chocolate with enough Irish cream liqueur to ease the tension, meanwhile, you took your time navigating my home, peaking at the art/photos on the walls, collectibles and other items I have acquired over the years, ending your search at the windows overlooking the near forested area of the city, lost in the sight of it all I joined you soon afterward.
Nudging you softly, to gift you a beverage to warm you inside. Stood there together looking out at the drizzling, hazy cityscape, our bodies, cold to the touch, within shrugging distance, one waiting for the other to break the closeness. Our cup-free hands centimeters apart, wanting to be interlocked with each other, but fighting the urges to just say fuck it and do it. I left it for a moment, not letting the thought overtake me before just, letting it happen. Without a second thought, I grabbed your hand and interlocked your cold fingers in an embrace with mine.
At first, I could feel the surprise from the way you jumped, then I could feel the way you held on tighter as you grew comfortable. You placed your cup on the table beside us and used your warmed hand to cup my face to look at you. "Why didn't you say something before? If I knew you felt like this, we could have done this sooner" You spoke softly, as if to console me, rubbing my face with your thumb. I let go of your hand, placed my cup down " I didn't know how or when I was going to say it, and I wanted it to be more, memorable than at my place during a storm. But I think this moment will do better"
I placed my right hand on your face and the other on your waist before pulling you in close. I could feel your warmth from under those wet clothes you still have on against my hands. Your smell of the cheap cologne you always wear when I'm around, only, when I'm around, covering my hand with your essence. Our mouths getting closer with each fleeting moment, feeling your breath against my skin, the little shakes your hand gets when you're anxious, I felt on my face. The dim lights of my living room, the disappearing light from the sun, the sound of the rain falling, you're nervous breathing is all I can ask this moment. All of the voices in my head telling me to stop and back off, but my heart pushing my body forward, made me know that this was the right choice. " Well?" you smirked. "come on you big romantic, give me what we've both been waiting for" Our lips could no longer wait in anticipation, our bodies so full of dopamine and norepinephrine, acting like magnets to each other. The softness of your lips only made my heart race even more. Our eyes locked as we pulled apart, giving ourselves a minute to breathe. "Okay, let's get you out of those wet clothes." I smiled. " Ooh, we're jumping right into it then?" you joked before sticking your tongue out and tossing your shirt at me.
Before we knew it, morning had come to wake us. While I awoke and made my way out of bed, you stayed resting. Looking like an angel resting in the clouds of an old painting but so much more extravagant. I checked on your clothes, folded them, and left them on a chair in my room, for you to change into once you woke up.
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Before We Part
Poetry"Before We Part" is a collection of writing that either doesn't belong in my other work, loose writings from notebooks, napkins, my phone's notepad and wherever else I've written something down. You'll find poetry, one-off short stories, unsent lett...
