Stolen Kisses

You gently pull my hair back, dark fingers bunching at the nape of my neck, and blood roars through my veins. The air is chilly against your hot skin. You turn me around and press my body against the seat, enveloping me in your arms, wholly naked except for the scent of our love, mingled with my favorite cologne. I close my eyes and let my head fall back against your shoulder as tongue and teeth find my earlobe, tracing your hot breath down my neck. I grasp tightly onto your arms, memorizing the shapes of your fingers, as the rest of the world melts away. I find myself being gently laid on my back, legs shaking as they wrap around you. I cannot find where I end and you begin. Your name spills from my lips, as I breathlessly gasp for air, rising to meet your every thrust. I shatter at the sound of your moaning in my ear, holding tight to every last pulse. Lying spent in each others arms, drenched in sweat and the scent of our mingled bodies, I slowly reorient the world around myself. Gluing all of my splintered pieces back together again, I realize that they’re not really stolen kisses if they’ve always belonged to me.