"I had fun tonight."

The keys are in the door,
His hand is on the small of her back.
When she turns for one more kiss,
He helps by pulling her into him.
His arms are wrapped tightly.
They can't get enough.
Suddenly the door is thrown open
And they are on the other side of the doorway.
He quickly reaches back to close it,
Keeping always one arm around her thin waist.
Her feet no longer touch the floor,
But their lips never unlock.

The bedroom is up the stairs and down the hall,
I don't think either of them can wait though,
The living room will have to do.
The coffee table is nudged,
The couch receives them readily.
Slowly, slowly he  unzips her tightly-fitted red dress.
Working his hands gently down her back,
The red dress comes off willingly with one tug.
Breathing heavily, she sits up,
Perched on his hips, she starts furiously unbuttoning his white dress shirt.
This simple task cannot take any longer.

"Wow."
They both breath taking in each other's bare chests.

Entangling her fingers in his hair,
It begins again.
His lips are so gentle and sure,
He needs no guidance,
From lips, cheek, neck, to her soft, strong shoulders.
She knows to slide one hand caressingly around his shoulder,
Down his side,
And let it sit just below the belly button.
Teasingly.

He's anxious.
She's ready.
There's nothing now to stop them.

The sun is up.
Her head is resting on his chest.
He's playing with her messy, morning hair,
With the other arm wrapped desirably around her waist.
Their eyes meet.
A wink,
A giggle follows,
Soft "Good morning," kisses are shared.
It's not long before his wandering hand finds her bare **** cheek.
Squeeze.

It begins again.


Xoxo.

It is okay to be shallow.
If we were truly not the slightest bit,
then we would not have standards.
And we would be *****.
***** are more shallow than anyone I know.

There's a certain upbeat feeling about today, it's only just dawn but I already know it's going to be a good day.
The air is still frigid, and the sun is not yet shining but I already know it's going to be a good day.
There's not much in my bank account, there aren't many in my phone book but I already know it's going to be a good day.
The floor will be cold when I get up, and there will be chores to do but I have a feeling that it's going to be a good day.
Today is going to be a good day.

Laughing at nothing,
driving around like nuts,
making up nonsense inside jokes,
enjoying breakfast at ungodly hours of the night,
falling all over each other,
gawking over the unattainable,
knowing all with one look,
smiling ear to ear,
putting make-up on,
sharing intimate thoughts and dreams,
and crying like there's no tomorrow.

Weren't we perfect?
We were infinite and unforgettable.
Now it's all gone and over with.
When did we lose faith?
Dare you to call.
Forgive and forget.
Say goodbye to all of it.

xoxo.