Night Kiss

She chivers. Her skin laughs when my finger caress her back. I don't stay long, though this simple skin contact make us smile.

We sit close in this lonely subway train. It's late, it's evening, it's strange because we find the energy to act like kids after this long long day. We kiss with the tip of our lips, we get eyes and we sneer. The endorphins are doing their marvelous job. The scare lights from the windows bathe us in still time underground darkness.

"What's up with us tonight ?" I say.

She answers with a smile.

And I love her.

We get out of the subway and through the poorly lit bridge, we keep laughing and smooching. Our appartment is in sight, she kiss me deeply, passionately, while we are still walking and something explodes in my head, a firework of good and great. With no lamp, with nobody around, I melt in the darkness and embrace her, as if she was night herself.

I have a big dumb smile. I stay silent because I don't know the word to express an infinity of love. Since we moved in together eveything is fine. I don't know who I need to thanks but I want the time we spend happy together to never stop. I don't know what's the future is like but it needs to be with her. I want to reach our conclusion and then our epilogue as fast as possible, running hands in hands, sprinting.