chicago
it starts with hot breath
he leans in to kiss her
she runs her fingers through his hair
all you can hear is their heavy breathing
and the beat of two hearts in sync.
his hands run down her back
they break away
she looks in his eyes
“are you sure you want to do this?”
she nods.
before they know
shirts are on the floor
the last bits of clothes falling off
she smiles and kisses him
and its gone.
an entanglement of bodies
lips to lips
chest to chest
shut eyes
quiet smiles.
a perfect cliche
the epitome of teenage years
your lips next to mine
falling asleep in your arms
in a chicago hotel