muscles tensed in the

shallow breathing of

mouths clenched together

in an earnest effort to

cut off the outside world

and I couldn't believe that it

was your hands circling

round me in a sweet

embrace, but I could tell you

would die to keep it this way.

your rough jeans pressed

up against me in that tender

rush of lust and nothing in

the world mattered except

our hands tracing memory on

tensed thighs, stomachs

moving together in an effort

to breathe as one.