Just because it doesn’t last forever, doesn’t mean its not beautiful

Tuesday night and its a hot summer night. The increase in temperature leads to a decrease in clothing and thus temptation waits. She had on a baggy sweatshirt, but showed off plenty of leg to make up for that. Big eyes locked on me and I found my gaze dropping to her luscious lips.

I stroll into one my favorite spots for a beer or two. It always starts with a beer or two. I always seem to get lost on that second beer. I’m told beer leads to more beer yet it often is accompanied by trouble.

The jukebox plays a suggestive song and the music moves our bodies closer to one another as we start dancing. They say dancing is a perpendicular expression of a horizontal desire.

We lock eyes for just a second too long as I grab her by the back of the neck and slowly but surely pull her lips into mine as we drift away from reality for a few seconds of stolen paradise.

Her eyes big as she’s shocked at the smooth but sudden move. She rolls her head back and laughs then grabs my hands, turning away from me and rubbing her perfectly formed ass against my crotch. We return to the suggestive sways of rhythmic dancing.

“I need a drink.”

Well, lets go get a couple then.

We catch our breath and refill our glasses with more sweet nectar. The night is as intoxicating as the sweet taste on our lips.

Just because it doesn’t last forever, doesn’t mean its not beautiful.

Its fleeting nature makes it even more beautiful.

We finish our drinks and continue talking.

And as I always do now that I’ve lived with the pain of regret. I get her number. But when the morning comes, we aren’t the same people we were the night before. That sweet stolen kiss can’t be replicated through a sober text.

And I wake up realizing maybe I’m not as available or as interested as I thought I was the night before. And I’m left haunted by another road not taken. In my youth I treasured these moments as they were rare and special. Now I struggle to remember the best ones as they are now only special.

Yet I wouldn’t trade these perfectly imperfect moments for anything in the world. Not all men are so lucky to have a woman’s complete attention, even if it’s only for 30 minutes.