kissin' on the sly
he slid into the bathroom just as i was closing the door behind me.
he pushed me against the wall and kissed me before i could make sense of the situation- but hell, at 4am there's little sense to lend.
i asked him to "come into my office" [for more privacy], and pulled him into the freestanding bath. i closed the curtain around us and kissed him with my everything. i left the world during that long kiss; i forgot that i had just met him that night, i forgot that there was a party going on, i forgot that i don't think i ever told him my real name.
reality knocked, literally. i got flustered and told him that he needed to "GO OUT THE WINDOW!" (if you can manage to yell at a whisper).
"i'm not going out the window- we're on the 2nd floor."
"i don't care- go out the window." i'm not sure why this was the obvious answer to me, but i know it was the only one. and i knew he could handle it.
i watched him slide out. . . just as smooth as he came in.
hot damn, what a fine piece of man.