The Journey

by Jan Hahn

I watched his face incline toward mine, his lips coming ever nearer. His breath warm on my cheek, I saw his eyes move from my eyes to my mouth and then, oh so gently, his lips touched mine, and I began to tremble. With tender caresses, he kissed me not just once, but once more, and then again and again and again. A pervading pit of fire began far, far down within me, so deep I could not fathom its source, a sensation I recalled from the single time before when his lips had touched mine. I felt myself lean into him, my hands spread wide open upon his strong chest, mindlessly moving back and forth and then upward, until I reached the warmth of his neck and those enticing curls edging his collar. By then his kiss had grown harder as he forced my lips apart, taking my mouth with a fierceness that cannot be described, until I surrendered and allowed him to do what he willed. I was lost, utterly and completely lost in him, and I wished never to be found.