Slightly Surreptitious

The first time I saw her she was sitting in the corner wearing an army jacket with combat boots. Dark hair, green eyes and heavy on the eyeliner~just the way I like it. I turned to my friend Emilie and sarcastically said, "holy shit, you didn't tell me you had hot friends." We both laughed and the six of us sat down around the table before leaving for the party. I found out bits and pieces about her throughout the night. She's a poet. I'm a writer. She listens to indie music and jazz. I listen to slightly punk alternative. She's assertive~her presence is felt by everyone while I tend to be a tad reserved. Somewhere along the way we kissed and then we were making out and by the end of the night we were together under the covers. I needed that. I think perhaps one of my favorite things in the whole goddamn world is the few moments leading up to when a woman relinquishes control~the way her breathing gets heavy as she fights to stay in control. When she grabs your hair and whimpers "I'm almost there" as she arches her back and throws her head back. Her body clenches and she completely surrenders to complete catharsis~she doesn't fight to stay in control anymore. She's yours.