This is from a time earlier in my life. The evening was calm and cool. We had just finished our dinner of salad and seafood, white wine paired perfectly.

We made our way back to my apartment on the upper west side. Her arms latched upon mine. The outside air was cold and the warmth that we produced made walking outside bearable.

The elevator was broken in my apartment building, we didn’t mind walking up the 10 floors to get to my place.

She took the lead and kissed my lips beckoning me to follow her up the flight of stairs. For every different landing was just like an individual make out session. Each one was more enticing than the last.

We finally reach the door of the apartment, twenty minutes later. Both of our bodies were drenched in sweat. All of the clothes were soaked with perspiration. We entered the apartment and tossed our coats on the ground.

I reached for her and she for I. We made our way to the living area. The couch behind me, my girl in front. She tore off my cheap shirt, and pushed me down on the couch.

The deepness of her kisses was like drinking an ever sweetening wine.