Love in a moment

If there’s one thing I’ve learned from my past lovers is that, love in a moment like you will never love again. More than once we have laid on bed listening to an Adele’s piece of music, skin to skin rejuvenating our lost energies while breathing softly, head on my chest, breasts on my ribs, pelvic hair poking on my outer thigh, legs interlocked, fingers strumming my beards, a question often pops from the pores of her mouth,”baby, what if we do not last forever?”What does forever mean, baby? Is it the first I braze my lips against yours? Is it the second I push you to the wall? Is it the third, you ask me faintly to stop? Is it the fourth I rip off your blouse? Is it the fifth I unhook your bra? Is it the sixth, you struggle to unbuckle my trouser? Is it the seventh I grab your legs and hold them above my thighs, then I carry you to bed, skin to skin? or is it the eighth when you ooze my genitals into yours, causing ripples, sensations, annoyance, nuisance, beautifulness of a mess, the spark of fireworks, bells ringing, contignation, confusion, gulps of breath, as you rise to meet me halfway in contortions, baby I love you, but what does forever mean?Is it the distance between the door and I, after I have buttoned up my shirt, thinking of the right words to say, an excuse to get off, and see you tomorrow? I can’t spend the night. Another awaits me in my doorstep, worried whether I’ll get back home tonight. Get these stains of me. She’ll know my sweat has mixed with yours. You want me to be yours? What does forever got to ruin everything when it lasts only for a moment?©Master of Descriptions