An average college dorm bed creaks as I am pulled against your warm body with your hands caressing the crease my hip bones.
Our pulses are almost in sync but as usual I am a bit more nervous.
I roll over and see what I have been waiting for, perfection.
I need to call the doctors because a smile like that could cure cancer.
If the Earth could stop spinning now would be that time.
Safe and wanted, what unfamiliar feelings churn in my stomach.
Just as I begin to feel like I am going to loose my lunch. I am embraced by your arms and you look me into the eyes and say, the three words, eight letters I never expected to hear.
My nausea dissolves and I kiss those lips because I can't find any words perfect enough to match yours
That would be ideal, but it's hard to roll over and feel that perfection when we are 182 miles apart.