Push and Pull

This was originally posted on my myspace blog on April 3, 2007

As he walked me to my car my heart began to beat faster. The night had been everything I wanted it to be. Dinner, movie, walk in the moonlight. We even stopped for ice cream as we strolled by all the little shops. Now as I reach for the door handle his hand closes over mine.

I pull. He pushes.

I turn to look at him and he smiles his naughty smile. He pushes me back against the car as his lips find their way to my lips. My neck. I pull him closer.

One moment leads to another and before I realize it we are in his house. He pushes me down onto the bed and I pull him to me.

One kiss becomes two. Two becomes three and before long we are entwined together. Inseparable. I pull his tie off. He pushes my jacket off my shoulders. Things begin to heat up. I hear a noise in the distance. Something I can't quiet figure out. His lips move down my neck. My chest. That sound still penetrates my thoughts. An alarm clock? Where is it coming from? His hands push at my pants. I pull his shirt off.

Things start fading. The sound gets louder.

Slowly I open my eyes to the sunlight pouring into the room. I look around and realize I am in my bed. Alone. I take a deep breath and push the button on the alarm clock and pull myself out of bed.

What a way to start a morning!