Sunset

​    I took a solo ride to an overlook with the view of a man-made canal. There was a light breeze at the top of the hill with a clear view of the setting sun. I sat motionless as my mind started to drift with the movement of the sand. I began counting each breath as the sun slowly caressed the edge of the earth. The thoughts of an unexpectedly kiss entered my thoughts. The kind of kiss that love would day-dream about. A kiss that is nervous and also patient. Defenseless but filled with unapologetic trust. That feeling of leaning off the edge of a cliff without restraint, knowing the cruel veracity of certain death. Avoiding the consequence by the strength of her touch. Reaching out with both hands, one to the small of her back, and the other to where I know her face will find it. Instinctively our noses touch gently making way for our lips. Our lips collapse together as we both inhale in anticipation. Her hands, one gently lays on my chest the other grasping the elbow of the arm attached to the hand pulling in the small of her back.  All the air between us collapsed. Her lips moist and soft like the morning dew that rolls off the peddles of a flower. Our lips mimic the playful rhythmic movements of the wind and the sand. Teasing was an appetizer to the main course of exploration. The vast expanse of textures between us was meticulously discovered by our tongues which happened effortlessly. The kiss knew how to end without question just like the sunset.