Moment in Time 9:15 a.m to 9:30 a.m

Is he gone?
Her answer is a kiss
Soft at first
She wants me to lead
I like to lead
My hand is in her robe
The small of her back is warm
Against my cold hand
Her skin breaks with goose bumps
She grinds into me
I take what is offered
Never enter a cave built in the sand
It will collapse
Suffocation is the result
I have been in enough caves to know
I am in one now
Yet, In this other mans cave
I have breath
First time
In a long time
I remember the first time I stole
I could tell by her eyes
I just know She knows
I remember
Fear
excitement
Adreninaline
exhilaration
Guilt
Shame
Depression
Repeat
How come no one stopped me?
Myself included.
She said
I know you
Better than anyone
Perception is a box
Shaped like a fridge
The owners left the door on
We play hide and seek
At all the wrong times
I willing got in this box
I am running out of air
I can't breath
I can't change that I have changed
No one is coming
No clerk
No husband
No wife
She withdraws her tongue
Arches
We sink into each other
Supported by the floor
Counter
Chair
Couch
Passion
Discontent
loneliness
Anger
Rage
We are each others fix
Forbidden medicine
Afflicted by the disease of intimacy
The Disease of knowing to much
Peeing with the door open
Seeing too much
Feeling too much
Comfortable
Worn
Smooth
Ragged
Faded
Melted
Entrenched
Bile does to food
What time does to love
What intimacy does to passion
But here
In this moment
In this moment I am alive
In this moment someone wants me
In this moment there is no trash to take out, dishes to wash, things to fix or chasm's of things unsaid
In this moment I am aware
In this moment I can feel
In this moment a key enters the door