One day, weâll be in that car. It would be a rainy night like this, or perhaps, after a heavy drizzle. Because then everything would be cold and the streets would reflect the lights from the lamps like a beautiful water colour portrait and yes it would be cold - did I already mention that?
We would be talking - words tumbling over each other in the kind of ecstasy that only two people who havenât talked or seen each other could manage. About the past; how it led us to today and we would wonder about the future; admit how scary yet fascinating it would seem,
Or maybe we would be listening to sad love songs that remind us of us. And then we would sing under our breaths, those lines that we wanted to tell each other all these years but never got the chance to,
Or maybe we would just sit in silence - not the awkward kind, but the one that fills the air with unspoken possibilities, the one where we would find comfortable if I were to just lean over and lie my head in your lap and look up at you, smiling, just like that.
Maybe we would do all of the above because time has stopped.
I would shiver, slightly, because itâs cold. And you would pull off your jacket and put it over me, like how you did the other time when we were 30 thousand ft above the oceans because you knew I was cold even when I was sleeping.
Just us in that car on a night that looks like it materialised from a poetâs pen - perhaps some other couples saying goodbyes beneath the lamps and a lone cat finding its way home. But, just us together.
And for some reason, because there was always this magnetic pull between us all these years, I would find myself reaching out for your hand, taking it, feeling its warmth pushing against mine and the cold doesnât seem so chilly anymore.
This physical contact would burn us so bad, we would be consumed and made bold by it.
I would tell you that we would end up in a tangled mess of limbs and passionate sweat but to skip the details would just mean that we had sex - nothing more.
I would tell you what happened:
You would push me against the back of my seat, and look at me like itâs the first time youâre seeing me. Yet, a look so intense, itâs like you know my soul better than I do.
With nothing less than an earnest wanting for each other - no inching slowly towards each other or closing our eyes like in romantic scenes in the movies - a sudden force takes over us. Lips capable of kissing away the scars of yesterdays find their way to each other. Your mouth presses hard against mine. And I reciprocate, draw you nearer until the heat of our bodies scream in a deliciously scalding fervor that leads to us being breathless and wanting more, more, more.
The soft firmness of your mouth travels down my neck, erasing every single bit of wrongness, regret, and âit-might-have-beenâs along the way. And I think, please donât let this end. Hands grabbing the back of each otherâs necks, gentlly yet firmly, very, very firmly.
Bodies hot with desire. A deliciously genuine desire.
We bask in the exploration of each otherâs physical forms, covering every inch of exposed skin with slow, wet kisses and hard caresses.
Then waves and waves of arousal, wanting, a strong need for us to be in each other take over. We ride them hard and gentle at the same time, like surfers who know the pressure and curve of each wave, knowing them like they do their own souls.
With each frothy curve the seas bring higher, so does the urge to come farther into shore.Â
The rhythm of the sea becomes faster and soon we are riding on the same wave.
A sudden push then draws a long-sounding gasp of ecstasy from me, followed by a deep moan from you. As the magnificent wave crashes into sandy shore in remnants of foam, we shudder and smile at each other.
You then lean over and wrap me in your arms, brushing away tiny seashells and seaweed caught in my now-tangled hair and kiss my ears, half-murmuring to me.
Iâm in love with youâŚ
And I just smile and say nothing back because everything is more than words.
We fall asleep with the sky as our blanket and the soft pattering of rain; a love lullaby.
