I did not expect to be so-attracted to you. I did not expect feeling
the gravity pull me towards you. when I accepted your invitation to dinner
I did not feel the fates channeling me towards you. I felt no divine intervention
calling me to your side.

During dinner I talked too much because I had so many thoughts and to
explain one little thing I think I have to provide background info.
And the best part you soaked-up my words. Sometimes when i talk a lot
people look exhausted but you seemed energized.

And then I told you about wanting to kiss you and you smiled more.

And then we were done - and I walked to the restroom eating mints the
whole way there and the whole way back. Two meters from the door you caught
me and said "I want what you have."


My mind raced to possible meanings. I saw us on vacation together,
laying closely tangled-up in a large hammock moving slowly with the
tropical wind and in rhythm with the sea crashing onto the beach.

"Oh. The mints!"
I purposely held your hand tenderly as I dropped the mints into your
palm. I was not cupping your hand so closely because of fear of
dropping a mint onto the ground but I held your hand so precisely
because I wanted your energy to measure. I must ensure I was
right. You seemed to love it as you willingly and unflinchingly allowed my touch.


And you took my arm and we walked but within fifteen steps I was confused
and spinning and my mind was like a web browser with fifty open tabs each
having a possible outcome for this date. Walking closely in the city, the Spielbank on the left and
the highway on the right and feeling your energy close i decided I was done wondering.
I decided I want to know if my reading-you was correct.

I stopped you and opened you up to me, facing me and with strength
and determination I pulled our bodies together and I
gave you no choice but to submit to our first kiss but our lips moved as if we had
rehearsed that kiss one hundred times. Your mouth moved with mine. Your
tongue and my tongue actually embraced, slowly and purposefully I felt
every centimeter slide beside mine and as if on cue we
withdrew our and our lips took over. Then our teeth. Then
you pushed your energy towards me - you not only welcomed me but you
craved me. You were not done with my lips and i suspected
you were caught off guard because you sent a little nervousness - not
unlike some parts during dinner when we had a moment or when we spoke
about something deep or personal that maybe you weren't prepared to speak of but
you were excited I asked.


And you kept kissing back. You pressed closer. Our tongues danced and
our lips sucked and licked and our hands pawed and held tightly and closely
in a contest of wills as if the one who stops first loses everything.
You let me lead but you kept telling me with your body how right this felt for you and I
welcomed you. There is a song which says "I did not know I was starving
until I tasted you."

That's where I was, I felt like I'd been nourished by you. I am not frantic. I am not panicked.
I know when we see each other - even only twice a month if that's what it is - it will
be good. It will be solid. This relationship promises goodness and within our kiss and our touch
we just made fate our bitch.