unfinished

We are in some shitty motel off the side of the road, but it doesn't matter. All we can focus on and feel is eachother. We walk into the room, look around for a few seconds, and then our eyes meet. It always happens when our eyes meet. Smiles creep upon our faces, our eyes light up, and we're drawn toward eachother in an indescribable way. We force ourselves to walk slowly, covering the distance between us at a speed in which we're able to enjoy the build up. We embrace. Our hugs are always fantastic, but this time's different. We show no restraint because there's no prying eye and I begin to dampen just from this relatively casual touch. My need increases and I pull away with discomfort from the broken contact, and I kiss him. Forget being gentle, I want him and he knows it, especially now that our tongues are in sync, performing the most energetic waltz. His hands that were moving in circles on my back move down to my ass of which he so fondly compliments all the time. Now he compliments it even more, with squeezes and rubs that are oh so wonderful.