in the mood for love : part one

I couldn’t remember how we had gotten here. But, the circumstances of the past seemed as irrelevant as those of the present…

…He opened the door and I was mute; words suddenly seemed unnecessary. I wrapped my arms around him and let my body collapse into his. He held me until I let go. We took a seat on the couch and pretended we weren’t both thinking the same thing. He stretched his arm out as to invite me in and I entered, with some hesitation. Idle conversation momentarily pacified my internal discord and than, he directed me on what to do. He touched me and I felt my congealing blood liquefy, as my skin comprehended what was about to happen. Forgotten memories permeated my brain while my body occupied itself with other things…