Time didn't exist anymore, space didn't exist anymore. It was almost like I when I was with her I wasn't real. It was like I was her fantasy, perfect and naughty, I was a figment of her imagination; she would twist and weave reality around her wants and desires, and I was just a thread in her perfection.

Even when I was right there with her I missed her. The only thing I could think about was her lips, the preoccupation overwhelmed me - even mid kiss - It was surreal.

I would day-dream about kissing her while kissing her; My senses and nerves wouldn't amplify enough for me to subdue my need of her; the sensory bliss turned to addiction, and she was my drug.

Then the music quit playing; and it was us two, alone in the room - nothing but the sound of her panting between kisses and the sound of soft subtle moans as she enjoyed the experience every bit as much as I did.

My ears had an orgasm.

At that moment, lust took over - lust had the better of me for that whole night. It was only the two of us, alone - together, without a care in the world, fulfilling fantasies and each other. If forever was a day…