Prelude To A Tragedy


It went there, if even for a moment. Just the right moment combined with the opportunistic lack of space between them, combined with something in the air nearly forced the kiss between them, which quickly turned into a kiss of longing and passion.
Their hearts start beating wildly, their minds start racing in a thousand different directions. The heat and confusion seems animalistic as their hands become familiar with each others’ forms, their lips and tongues meeting, greeting, touring the others mouth, neck, shoulders, all the while their feet moving them toward the couch.
Their bodies expressing every desire to become even more tangled as their bodies hit the couch, curling his leg around hers as she lay on top of him. As the intentions become more clear with each hot, deep kiss, and with each grind against their pleasure zones, there’s a slow shift.
They look in each others eyes and he knows. He takes a deep breath and swallows a small lump in his throat, but smiles softly to her and lifts his head up to kiss her sweetly on the lips.
She gets up, fixes her shirt, takes his hand and leads him outside for a cigarette anyway.
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Sep 23, 2012