Relentless. We would kiss for hours lying side by side on my bed, staring at each other's faces, new but feeling like this was the end of our searching.  Maybe we were fools on vacation not having any other concern but falling in love. Suddenly we were teenagers fooling around for the first time.  Newness, the novelty of your mouth sucking on my tongue. I could have done it longer.

The earth, its rotation and revolution like a top held mid-spin.  Only we were moving, in a slowness that was painful in anticipation. Your body warm underneath mine, the steam between our faces and the moisture on our foreheads. You climbed on my back and took a bite on my nape, like Eve on an apple, losing all but curiosity and the hunger for more than just a taste (Perhaps we lost our innocence too, and ourse became more than a desire -- maybe even the start of a story).

Those marks remained on my body long after you left, so did the sensation of your breasts pressed agains my back as you moved against me, held together only by heat and the sweat on my back, each drop calling out your name as you heaved, mouth burning, tongue sucking, on my flesh waiting for more. You conquered me.

Days and nights with you in my arms wanting me and claiming me over and over. I loved you. Perhaps long before our lips met, far before that moment I buried my face on your neck for the first time, wondering why you let me partake of your smell, hoping against the reality of your beauty, maturity and grace, that you would love me too. Somehow.

Didn't we reap the shards of the sky, tangerine sphere sinking into the water? The breeze on the shore and you walking with my arm on your shoulder.  I knew then, that in spite of the callings of our separate worlds, regardless of your efforts to let you let me be left in peace, you were mine and I was yours for time as endless as grains of sand.