The first thing I saw when I woke up was her.
Her warm body against mine.
Arm wrapped on my belly.
The white sheets were cold and refreshing like the immersion into a cold lake on a hot summer afternoon.
I had never seen anything so perfect, so unreal.
Her skin glowed a sun kissed hue of a Florida Tropicana orange and a fresh drink enhancing lemon.
Her hair was rough and naughty from the ocean, with the occasional fragment of coral reef.

She had a liveliness about her, enveloping her entire frame with radiancy. If I had been told this is what the drowning woman looked like I’d have never believed it while treading through the stormy oceans waves with her on my back hanging on placing the weight of her life against me, well, rather, with me. When we made it back to the beach I gave her warm clothes of mine in my apartment. She told me she was alone and came from a boat. She brushed across her explanation of bobbing in near hurricane waters rapidly so I didn’t ask questions. She looked so forgiving and accepting in my thick sweatshirt and Nike shorts. I wanted to be wrapped in her warm sleeved arms, held in her grip like I was when we battled waves together in the storm. I wondered if we could battle lifes waves together. 

Small talk led to to open talk which led to laughing then room service. We had cheeseburgers that the hotel picked up from mcdonalds with orange soda in cups designed with spongebob and Patrick. It was the most romantic night of my life. After dinner and lung lurching laughter we had a deep conversation which I don’t feel the need to share. And then a smile led to a long stare which led to a forward head movement then the closing of our eyes and opening of our lips. “I have no place to stay” she said as she ripped off my college hoody pushing me on my neatly made unslept bed. “yes you do” and then I kissed her for a really long time.

She smiled warmingly in her lengery as I continued to fumble with my belt that wouldn’t budge with my shirt half off, hanging a top my head like a weird hat. In a slow smooth motion she pulled off my pants and tossed the belt. I think it broke the lamp…but I only noticed this morning. And then she was ontop of me again, her bare legs glowing in the dark of the room. She clung to me with  a grip no man can match, a second time only this time I wasn’t carrying our fate. We carried our whole life. I unhooked her bra and her hands were pushed down against my chest. Then she put it on my cheek and rubbed it with a touch that made my whole body vibrate. Another deep kiss.

We were in harmony and her lips held my whole body with hers, with no chance of me trying to part. We got under the white sheets, underwear and sweatshirts sprawled about the wooden floor  and we only spoke through our passionate body movements and lovemaking. Now I am taking this in. My stomach is swirling like it did when I saw the strange woman struggling in the stormy oceans only this time I wasn’t scared. I was sick in love.