My heartbeat was pounding in my throat,
and yours was too; I could hear it.
Beating, beating, beating
as you searched my eyes for answers,
or maybe just invitations.
But suddenly the stillness broke,
and all I knew was your lips against mine,
against me,
your breath speeding and slowing
with the rhythm of our love.
Seconds gave way to minutes,
and minutes to hours.
My hands tangled in your hair,
your clothes;
your hands running down my back,
my legs.
I pulled you closer,
tighter,
nearer.
My thoughts were wild,
the night growing old,
but I didn’t care.
We lay side by side for what could have been hours;
breathing in sync,
sweating,
in pure joy,
watching the the steam slowly crawl back up the windows
from the seclusion and passion
in the backseat of your sub compact.