When she looked back into my eyes, that’s when I knew it was love.  She had a way of showing you exactly what she was thinking with a simple glance.  I was too scared to tell her the first time she gave me that look, but I knew we’d meet again 

Summer 2006.  She walked into the room and life erupted from her.  I saw colours that I’d never seen before.  Her aura was platinum blonde.  I mean, she actually had an aura.  The setting was a party, or something like that, and when she walked in it stopped, jaws dropped.  My heart throbbed in my neck as I struggled to quench my steadily drying mouth.

She looked at me.  I looked at her.  In the dingy room you could see the spark of electricity between us.

“John, this is Debbie.  Debbie, meet John.”

When I took her hand delicately in mine I felt her melt.  Up to that point it had taken puffs, snorts, and pills to make me feel that good.  A smile didn’t part her lips, but I saw it in her eyes. 

Winter 2010.  Ours eyes are meeting again.  She’s walking towards me, and I still have the same feeling in my guts as years ago.  We were both different people back then, but now I know it’s meant to be.  We’ve never really kept in touch, just sporadic meetings throughout time; sharing some bed in some city. 

“It’s been a while, John.”

“Too long.”

Her dark sensual eyes hypnotize me.  I’m wrapped up in a daze from the haze of her gaze.  On cue I embrace her.  Her lips press against mine as her serpent tongue slides into my mouth.  Her hands run up my back and her waist cinches tighter, grinding against me.  Feeling her body against me charges my blood.  My pupils dilate under the light and the hair stands erect on the back of my neck and forearms causing shivers up my spine. 

“I want it bad.”

“You’re going to get it, baby.”

My hands slide up and down her curvy body and pull down her dewy panties.  She drops to her knees.  Soon enough, we’re naked and wrapped around each other.  Her hair flows like a river as she gyrates.  I can’t hear her moans because everything seems to be in slow motion.  I feel like a bomb has gone off in front of me and everything is silent and drowsily slow, this is the time.

Sweat forms on the fine blonde hairs above her top lip.  The red on her lips is smudges/smears, her makeup rubs off on me, my sweat drips down on her.  I arch my face down to be closer to hers.  Our lips lock tightly, and spit dances with our tongues.  I pull her tight and look into her eyes.

“I love you.”

I don’t care who knows it.  She stops moving and looks at me.  I lose focus as my genitals throb into orgasm.  I try to hold myself up but lightly collapse on top of her.  I try to wrap my arms around her but it’s too uncomfortable.  She’s underneath me and I can feel her body trembling.  It must have been that good for her too. 

The bomb’s gone off, and now I’m regaining my non-sexual senses.  Her body jostles around, and when I open my eyes I can see the crew and the rest of the cast doubled-over in laughter.  I look back at her, and she guffaws in my face.

The director has fallen from his chair.  The cameramen mock me with the cameras still rolling.  As I leave, the echoes of laughter haunt me as I wonder if it’s from being so premature, or so sensitive.