“Yes that is exactly what I feel…..where did you come from?”

“Where did I come from?”

“Yes Shane.”

“Philly, Florida….New York….a lot of places really.”

“That’s not what I meant, what I meant….is….your openness your honestly….that mouth…..god if you don’t kiss me and make all this shit go away I think I’m gonna scream…”

She stood walked over sat on my lap and kissed me rough. Her mouth hard on mine, her hands in my hair, that wonderful soft feeling of her, the silk on my skin, scarred for life by that feel of her that way, knowing that if it ended badly with us, knowing if I found someone new and she wore silk….knowing that I would freak out and demand she change. But on to the feel of her silk encased body on mine, that dance of her tongue in my mouth, rushed breath, heartbeat racing, moving quick to unbutton, to let the silk slide, to kiss her breasts to get inside, to make her feel something else…..to struggle in time.

And those tears I felt? I knew them. I would drown in them if I could to make her feel better. Her slave for life. All thoughts and reason leaving me when I felt how hot she was, how ready. I kissed her chin and she ground herself down harder on my hand. Everything about the way I made her feel was how she made me feel for her….everything. When she said, when she begged, when she clawed and came hard shuddering in my arms I knew I would never leave her. I knew that I had the potential to love her till the end of the world.

When she kissed me in gratitude. When she smoothed my hair, when she leaned in and kissed me I felt the theme. The theme that had been chasing us together in impossible pursuit, the movie that brought us together and the feeling that this would be the last love either of us ever felt. And that was the lightbulb going on. The thing I kept trying to understand. The feeling I was chasing.