#778

Fernando Quezada

The grimy city night had been invaded by soft jazz. The streets, dimly lit. And as the rain gently fell from dark clouds, I held you close. Your chin rested on my chest, and your eyes held mine. With a smile, you invoke happiness, and obvious feelings of desire.

When your soft lips graze mine, you make the thunderous city appear docile, and everything goes quiet. After every long and passionate kiss, you plant a smaller one upon me, like a signature that indicates beloved ownership. As the music from the street winds up, our hearts almost rip through our chests. As the notes are masterfully and simultaneously played, our emotions reach a feverish pitch, our love so grand that it was on full display for everyone to gaze with envy. In those dark city streets, I felt true love. In those grotesque and wretched paved roads, I felt complete with the simple thought of you.