It was in that moment.
It was in the moment his knee felt the ground to feel her heart everyday 'til afterlife parted the two that the pulses unified within their bodies and they shared the same smile, awaiting the endless days that would be shared.
It was in that moment.
It was in the moment when the fire inside the yearning two was ignited by the ripping of cloth and the intensity of touch. Blood racing the senses that were sent through each cell of life they had individually, unified under the contact of passion.
It was in that moment.
It was in the moment her face lit to acknowledge the unity that had been planted in her own being that his arms wrapped her now shared body in careful security. His newfound sense of responsibility that he was more than prepared and anxious to handle ringed through her ears and into the hands that touched each other in warmth.
It was in that moment.
It was in the moment the breathing became heavy and the vehicle raced through the flooded roads that she looked at him in painful closure as he reciprocated the look through the firm grasp of his hand and the verbal persistence his presence played in the roaring sounds of panic.
It was in that moment.
It was in the moment the white walls closed in on the empty room he sat waiting. The lights seemed to flicker harder and the silence seemed to pierce through his minds barrier to his vulnerable worrisome thoughts that would trickle down to his stomach. The painful cries of her need ceased to bleed into the halls. He sat now through the slashing anticipation that taunted his curiosity to take control of his rational patience.
It was in that moment.
It was in the moment the deafening clicks of the heel that carried a board of ambiguous words and numbers approached a slovenly sat man that the white walls reeked of shredded strength. It was in the look of his eyes that had been glazed with denial that his body fell numb to the senses that caressed his heart for so long.
It was in that moment.
It was in the moment the same roads travelled on felt longer and the pavement felt enticing to a knee that wanted only to feel a heart.
Her heart.
A tainted seed sat next to a stagnant soul, unaware its presence had not only built the finalized pleasure of unity within a pair of hearts,
but also smothered it.
*note: I am simply fooling around with literary freedom. This is a mere rough draft of a story I will most likely never touch again, so enjoy.