we walked through the house, i looked at the water stains on the bedroom ceiling and made suggestions as to the cause and remedy. as i left the bedroom ahead of you, you called me back. i turned, walked in and all i remember is a kiss waiting for me. it had been more than 10 years since i had kissed a man, actually more than 15 years and then a best friend and lover. my eyes closed and i surfaced from a long dive in water so deep, the bends were a hazard when surfacing. i came up for air and there you were. you moved me so that our discrepancy in height was not a reach. with your haunches on a low dresser and your legs wide open, you pulled me in for another kiss. i could feel your hardness as i leaned in for the kiss. i have never nibbled a lower lip as i nibbled yours. feeling was everything, mostly i kiss with my eyes open, make love with my eyes open, not then. as if more than one sense at a time would be overwhelming, caught in a riptide of feeling only. where did this come from?