Glimpse

Your presence seemed too strong that I could even sense your every move with my eyes closed.

"So you have work later?" I asked, trying to hear your voice.

"Yup. This afternoon."

"Hmmm."

I couldn't ask anything more. Even if I wanted to. I still can't get hold of myself with what happened last night.

It was my first to courageously initiate a forward move to someone I barely know. Your familiar face haunted me after I saw that deceiving innocent smile of yours. It filled me with curiosity and anxiety at the same time. 

It was awkward. That was a first. I feel your breathing beside me. Both of us waiting for a move. I don't know when did I became a fan of small talks before intercourse but it eases me up listening to you and your laughter. Imagining how you look as you speak for I was too conscious to look at your eyes. I was sincerely listening to some of your lies that you admitted immediately later on. But it never mattered. Especially when you laid your first kiss on my lips. And I felt something. Then I responded back. I don't know if it was us or the alcohol that we separately had which influenced me to feel that warm obsession from within. 

I tried to own you. Your body pressed to mine. I willingly had your scent and taste to my system. And the intensity rises up. We're sweating and moaning. And the strokes grew harder and the strides went faster; and we savoured the euphoria elicited, the escape we (or I) been longing for. 

And your voice brought me back.

"What should I ride from here?"

And I unconsciously called a ride for you. You got on the vehicle, looked back and waved goodbye.

"There goes my chance to be with someone who's more than a worth of a one night stand.." I said to myself.

*beep-beep*

"I really had a really good time. I hope I could still see you again. Maybe tonight?"

I replied.