Ten o’clock in the evening,

Standing in my doorway.

The air is crisp but not yet wintry cold.

The stars twinkle, and the moon peep over the horizon.

A moment, just one moment

As you lift your hand to caress my cheek.

Your fingers infused with sultry, electric energy.

Your other hand touches the top of my shoulder,

Sliding behind, gently pulling me towards you.

Your lips, soft and warm, brush my other cheek then

Slide across my face to meet my lips,

Waiting for contact.

I close my eyes, my eyelashes flutter against your brow.

I feel your face develop into a gentle smile.

I can’t help but smile too.

Your fingers entwine into my hair, brush my neck

And hold me close, as if we are merging into a single being.

On tiptoe, I reach my arms around your neck,

Feeling the smooth skin of your scalp as your

Beard scruff tickles my face.

I am in the moment,

Yet not.

Transported to a place I’ve longed to be.

We are frozen in time, in this particular moment.

How can it only be five minutes after ten?