Winter Wonderland

It was still the deepest dark, the morning I picked you up for work. I waited for you at the corner, the heater blasting, Prince in the CD player; slow, low and sensual.Snow flittered around me, accumulating on the ground in small drifts. My eyes watching for your shadow, your walk, your face, as you turned the corner. You slid inside, the smell of you filling the tiny car as soon as you shut the door. A quick smile, a soft hello, and we slowly made our way through the tangle of streets to a darkened corner of our small,empty neighborhood. We didn't do much talking , you and I, but we were so eloquent in the language of need.

..and so I remember...

A rush of heat that didn't come from the vents fogged up the half frozen glass, sealing us into our own little world, freeing us from prying eyes. Allowing us to believe in the magic of our solitude, and the slide of our hands against each others flesh.
Buttons undone, zippers pulled down, clothing pushed aside or ripped apart. Skin exposed, tongues entwined, and hot,rock solid cock met soft wetness with a gasp that could have come from either one of us, and maybe both. Hard thrusts and gentle rocking, your mouth on my nipples, my teeth on your ear. Cold glass against my shoulder, liquid fire exploding into me, through me. Your arms so tight around me I can barely catch my breath as it mingles with yours.
Neither of us wanting to move from this place. Skin melting to skin in the dampness. Your hand sticky on my thigh, my hand in your hair, holding your face for the softest of kisses. We were drunk on the power of this thing between us, knowing that reality would crowd in, and the magic of the moment would fade into necessity...


I pulled up to the curb a distance from the office door. The car in park, still running for the warmth, and the music. I shifted in my seat. You reached out to touch my face, smiling that dangerous smile. Your lips touched mine, a ripple and echo of the need returned. On a gentle moan and the soft sigh of your ' I love you', the door opened and you moved down the sidewalk, towards the door to your life. And I returned to mine.