The Shortest Distance

more kisses, each hungrier than the last,
and a night under the stars.
Cold outside,
but we were perfectly warm.
Lost in each other,
kissing again and again.
Slipping out of jeans,
underwear,
tank tops
and bras.
Moving on top of her,
bodies slick with sweat,
the blissful touch of skin against skin,
giving up our shared innocence.