Our lips
crush violently. I can feel the heat of his lips burning mine as they move
together. His sweet scent, which doesn't resemble any man-made perfume, fills
every corner of my lungs. His arms keep me locked in an embrace which I
couldn't escape, even if I wanted to. My hands search for his hair and are
automatically clenched around them. Our breathing speeds up and comes out in
gasps. The heat exerting his body is absorbed willingly by every cell of my
body, burning me on the inside.
He pushes
me back against the wall and I curl my legs around his waist. My fingers trace
the back of his neck, his broad shoulders, and then find their way back to his
hair again. He keeps kissing me, every inch of me, my lips, my hair, my neck,
my chest. His soft lips leave little fires on my skin everywhere they touch. I
feel like there is no way in the world I can satisfy the hunger I feel for
more. Not even every possible way of being linked together will ever consume
what we feel. He gives me a long, last kiss. When his lips leave mine, I want
them back. I bury my face in his chest not willing to let go, inhaling as much
of his scent as I can. He never pushes me away from him. He just strokes my
hair, lips on my forehead, hands resting on the small of my back. These would
be our last minutes together.
“I have to
go”, he whispers softly in my ear.
“I know”, I
say quietly, trying to fight back the tears trying to make their way to the
surface.
He holds me
tighter, then leans down for a deep, last kiss. I cup his face in my hands,
trying to prolong the kiss, but time is running out. We have to part ways. He pulls
me back softly, as if not to hurt my feelings, stares deep in my eyes for a
moment to absorb my image, and then he just leaves, the door closing noisily
behind him.
It’s like
the room’s temperature has dropped five degrees. Like the colours on the walls
have become dull in an instant. The smell of breakfast coming from the kitchen
is no longer appealing. His absence leaves a hole in my heart, only to be
mended when we meet again. Which we will. Destiny has crossed our paths in a
strange way and it surely has a common a path for us. Because we don’t want
each other. We need each other.
“Never say
last”