You held me in your arms,
A stranger's arms
And we laughed, joking and telling stories
As you stroked my hair
And ran your fingers down my back like it was an old habit.
I listened to your strong heart beat faster
Then slow down again.
As I closed my eyes and whispered good night,
You kissed me, lightly, sweetly on the cheek
Where my lips ended.
At first I thought it was a dream when I woke to feel you holding me tightly
Like you were afraid I would slip away like a shadow
I pretended to be asleep as your lips hungrily grazed my hair
But it was too late-
I don't know what you did to me
But I was aching
Burning to kiss you back
I tried not to
I really did
It was too much
I couldn't stand that sweet, painful ache
And found my face getting closer
Til our lips met
And we clung to each other for dear life.
I could feel him tremble
I wondered if it was from the pleasure of succumbing to that ache
Like the way I was feeling
Or if he was trying to hold himself back
Like I had been a moment ago
But I didn't wonder for long
It didn't matter
As the kisses slowed
He stroked my hair gently
I felt the chills run down my spine
As his breath tickled my neck and our breathing slowed down.
How did he make me feel this way?
I thought to myself as I drifted to sleep
How could a kiss with a stranger feel so pure?
Did I find what I have been looking for in the arms of a stranger?