Eyes smile at each other and touches linger. Flirtation plants its seed and desire waters it. Between would you like another drink and you're beautiful, we kiss. Boom boom double-boom, goes my heart, and in an instant smaller than a sigh, hope is born.
Legs interlace, noses touch, hips kiss. Grr grr grrar, goes my body, and in between this is nice and yeah there, my armor falls to the floor.
I am nervous, he touches my cheek and torsos piece into each other, a puzzle completed.
Vulnerable and hopeful, I rest on his chest and wait for his lips to find my forehead, his heart to find mine.
But it doesn't.
His body goes cold. I don't want to hurt you, I'm not ready for more than this, I don't want you to have expectations, his lips say instead.
Boom.
In a breath of space smaller than the sigh in which it was birthed, hope is killed. Desire vanishes, hearts hide.
I turn away and quickly touch my heart. Shh, little heart, it's okay. We'll be okay. We were too quick to trust. We know how this goes. Let's pack up and go now.
I get up from the bed, and I feel a part of me stay there. That's the gamble; a part of us is always lost. Good bye, my sweet romantic girl.
I pick up my armor from the floor and put it back on. It is heavier now. I feel my edges sharpen, I am older. It will be harder to take off next time...
