Moments...

Dark

I slid my key into his door...
Walking into darkness, (un-afraid ...which was odd for me, being as I was/am deathly afraid of the dark.)
But not here... not with him.
Suddenly I was grabbed out of nowhere, and the door was quickly swung shut behind me. I found myself being pinned against the wall, by two very strong familiar hands.
I could feel him....the heat from his body, his chest, firm stomach, his throbbing hard.... "My god he was going to be the death of me." My literal thought at that moment.
Pressed, pinned, trapped... and I loved every minute. The feeling of his slightly overgrown goatee grazing against my cheek, his husky breath inches from mine. In barely 30 seconds of being there I was on the edge... and he fucking knew it.

Always...the intensity was always instant and intoxicating. Days, hours, minutes...moments. Nothing else ever seemed to matter in those moments. Right there, right then.
It was always just us.. lost in the dark.