by Ephraim Steelandt
For a moment, neither of us speak a word, and I find myself leaning in. Warm, soft, sweet, electric. Your satin lips gently caress mine as we speak with more than words. The world stands still for an eternity; and then the moment is gone, my memory failing to grasp the fleeting sensation. We share a meaningful smile, and the world aligns perfectly, just for us. Dang... it was nice.
Ephraim Steelandt wishes he could live in that moment when the world stands still for an eternity.