MOMENTS

Memories are what we make together.

When you casually rest your elbow on my shoulder,
And I playfully retreat to let it drop;
When you do the quick tickling where it tickles me most,
Almost making me lose my balance,
Falling on the bed hard, laughing,

Until you top me and there's the instant change of the moods.

When you pin my hands above my head,
And your eyes shift from mine 

To my lips,
Just as I do the same, trying hard to swallow the growing lump in my throat;
Or when adjusting a little, you spoon me from behind;
Our usual cuddles with our fingers intertwined,

Your face buried against my nape,

The gentle rubbing of your palm on my thigh,
Your breaths on my skin, sending the shiver down my spine.

Turning me around,
When you clutch my hair and
Stare straight into my eyes,

While my hands resting on your chest.
The slow claiming of my lips with yours,
Growing hunger treated with passion and love,
And
The hardest moment of letting go.

Breaks for breathing are nothing but curse,
Or maybe the waiting is to make the moments special.

Having me sit on your lap( when I fear about my weight crushing you)
Yet you carry me effortlessly;
The moment of standing in front of the mirror,
My arms wrapped around your waist, my front pressed against your back.

Rising of the chests, heaving of the breaths, beating of the hearts,
My playful bites on your expos'd back,
Tracing of my tongue along the carved muscles;
Or simply my hand lingering up-and-down along your arm.

The sudden lock of eyes through the glass,
And the time stopped, moment paused, everything else blurred, and just then one more beautiful memory was conceived.