Your body felt so warm underneath my face; the area where your arm and shoulder met must have been carved especially for me as my head fit perfectly there. My hand laid atop your chest as though to monitor the pulse I heard underneath my ear. Smooth skin so soft, with arms so tender they knew exactly the right amount of pressure to administer in order to keep me close against you, yet give me the chance to breathe. The moment was so perfect, I didn't want to spoil it with words.
I spent some time staring out the window, seeing the sunlight touch the sky and kiss it golden while taking stock of my life so far. Where was the adventure I'd been craving? Where were the momentous events I'd wanted to cross my doorstep by now? There were many people before you, just like there were many before me and each face seemed to blur together as I recounted them.
Some of their facial features stood out. Some of them had seductive smiles or pretty eyes or knew exactly how to talk in order to spark my curiosity. Some dressed well and others dressed just like the cookie cutter, cardboard cutout people they were, fashioned on an assembly line just like the previous fool who'd come across my path. They had so many names, both exotic and ordinary, and so many different stories, I thought I'd heard them all by the time I found you. But even the more enticing ones of the bunch couldn't hold a candle to this moment.
In this moment, I was completed. I didn't need anything else to feel that way.
The breeze blew past me; the silence spoke a thousand words. I didn't know I'd love to listen to the sound of someone breathing and find myself keeping time with the rhythm of their heart. I didn't know I'd ever want to memorize both and fuse a melody from the simple cadence of things one needed to survive. Air, blood. Body and soul converging within a mortal shell. Heaven and earth meshed into one; how did I live without this before? How were the others even worthy of my time?
The others knew how to kiss me. Some of them could turn me on and a blessed few knew how to pleasure a woman, yet none of them made me feel the way you did when you touched me. There was something different to the sensation of your fingertips upon my body; as though you spent years studying the perfect way to touch me. No, not the perfect way to touch a woman, the perfect way to touch me. Because I was an instrument and you were the virtuoso every time I found myself responding to your ministrations. Mere physical attraction didn't begin to describe it.
Your warm lips upon my body transcended making love. Yes, they were sensual and every note of every erotic song I sang to you came forth from my mouth with brutal honesty, because I couldn't hold anything back from you in the moment you had me bare. Bare skin and bare soul. Perhaps that was the difference. Nobody else had found they key to my soul before I met you. Nobody else had bothered. With every other person, it was a three-letter word geared for carnal gratification. With you, the union of two hearts and two souls rose from the union of two bodies. With you, I felt like one half to a whole.
And so I laid there, memorizing you, wondering how many days I'd be permitted to listen to you sleep or hear you say my name with that unique voice that belonged only to you. That unique name and unique face; that playful smile, that melodious laugh. Now that I had it – had you – I had no idea how in the world I'd wake without feeling your warm skin pressed against my cheek, in that spot crafted perfectly for my head.
I closed my eyes and prayed to God I'd never have to again.
