For the second time.
I wanted to do it for third,
And the fourth
And the fifth.
He kissed me for the sixth time,
And the seventh.
We paused at the eighth,
or maybe it was the ninth.
I had lost count by then
We were too invested in the night
By the tenth kiss
frantically searched for a place
to call home.
Eleventh Twelfth and Thirteenth kiss merged in to one
My hands had fallen on to his heaving chest
just enough to feel his heart thud and hammer against his rib cage
His hands sought refuge on my thighs
that had started to feel like a fire-place;
warm and comforting.
We stopped before the twentieth kiss
Aware of our pounding hearts and the scars on his neck
Aware of the beginnings of a sun rise through the curtains
Aware of reality outside the door.