Your slim arms circle tightly around my waist and pull me
flush against you. My head fits perfectly beneath your chin and I sigh happily
as I inhale your scent; a pleasing mixture of cigarette smoke and cologne. The
rain is coming down in powerful torrents but we’re safe and dry under the roof
of the porch and we steal the warmth from each other. You run your long fingers
through my hair and as the lightning flashes I hide my face in your neck. A
gently laugh escapes from your lips at my unnecessary fear because we both know
that all is well. It had only been two weeks since we had last seen each other
but those two weeks had felt like two years. Two weeks was a long time and I
had missed you. Looking down at me you timidly press your lips against mine,
unsure of how I’ll react. My breath catches in my throat and I kiss you back
hard as your hands creep to my neck and hold me firmly in place. Finally we
break apart and just continue to cling to each other. I am perfectly content.
For once in my life I am not wishing to be elsewhere; for once in my life I am not
wishing to be with someone else. At last I am perfectly happy where I’m at and
with whom. I had finally found my grounding force in you.