I don't feel him watch me, but I feel his hand on my side. He turns me around and I face him. One second of not knowing-I lean my face in towards his and I am rewarded with his lips. He holds my head in his hands and turns it until we are locked to each other by our lips. I am stunned, but I reciprocate. My mind races as I touch him and feel him against me. Instantly I feel sorrow. Instantly I know what will happen. He is happy with the moment, but I want him for so much longer. He lifts me and places me on his lap. As I hold him, I am sad and relieved. I now know life, as I know love and loss. Inseperable. As I let him caress me, I know that his arms are my world, his eyes, my eternity. I am not worthy of him and my heart aches before my lover can ever be my memory. In his arms, his words, his bed, my love begins as it ends. I am deception, I am cruel. He is my strength and my soul and he loves me for tonight.
