The confusion. The lust. Tip toeing the borders of danger and safety. Most of all... the excitement. The heady crazy excitement of the pain and anguish and potentiality of it all.

I can understand why people crave this feeling. How I used to live off this feeling. When the edges used to blur between goodness... and the dark side within.

The wish for a happy ending. The endurance of going through it with the other person. Culmination, in the rain or the snow. In the middle of the mountains, by the riverside. In the forests.

That one perfect moment of feeling that the both of you belong together forever. Regardless of the odds, the pains, the challenges.

And that one kiss. That first perfect kiss.

In the middle of the night. With the moonlight streaming in. The warm body next to you. Fighting every urge of temptation to give in. To not cross the line.

Then that delicious absolutely delirious moment when he turns to you. Cups your face in his hands and kisses you softly, gently and violently.

Your world completely dissapears and all you can taste is his lips on yours all you can sense is the heady excitement of your mingling scents your mind going insane with all the built of chemistry between you two your voice inside screaming Yes screaming No your hands rushing across his body pulling his shirt of frantically tracing his body gently scratching his back onto you your body wanting to pin him down wants to be pinned down wants him on top of you wants him in you wants him wanting him wanting him wanting him that this is right this is right this is right

That explosion. That crazy confused point.

Then the world quiets down. Your mind quiets.

Hums.

His lips on yours. His hands holding your face. Your body.

Silence.

That delicious. Softness.

When your worlds. Melt into each other.

That is the moment you live for.