I was too confused, too drunk
to remember how our mouths finally met.
All I know is that my lips found your neck,
and my hands began learning the shape of your desire,
tracing a need you couldn’t say out loud.
I followed the curve of your waist,
felt your breath catch against my skin,
and your legs wrapped around me
as if you were pulling me deeper into the moment.
The room turned warm,
then warmer still,
until it was just us,
our bodies,
and the heat we left hanging in the air.