I turned the corner almost expecting to be attacked but there was nothing there. I wondered absently about how strange it was that nobody appeared to be about.

Still lost in the abyss of thought, I turned a corner and found a familiar alleyway. I ran my hand gently along the piece of wall where I had experienced my last encounter of fierce passion with you. I smiled involuntarily.

As if on cue, a row of eyes appeared from the darkness, the streetlights at one end of the alleyway cast eerie shadows towards my feet - my greatest fear was laid out before me. I froze.

Gradually, losing interest, the eyes began to drift away out of sight until one pair of eyes remained, roving continually up and down my body.

He stepped out into the light. His eyes gentle, his lips sensuous and his body full of desire. He smiled before gently sweeping me closer.

"He" was you. No words were needed as you gently caressed my body, soft understanding was portrayed in your eyes as you pulled me closer and kissed my eyelids.

Fierce passions burned as you burrowed into my lips in almost a desperate frenzy, expertly curbing that desperation to be firm yet not violent.

You pushed hard and long as we both fell gasping to the floor, entwined closer than ever as one.

We lay together enjoying the peace that comes from total exhaustion following these extreme bouts of passion, two bodies heaped in a wet alleyway, happy and content.

© Kyre June 1995.