Rush of orgasm.

Quivering flesh.

Kissing softly her thighs I see nothing but love. Her breath is heavy as exhaustion sets in. I can feel her pulse, her heart throbbing keeping pace with my own. For a brief moment we are one.

In sync our breathing slows. It is almost like I've never left this place. I am home again. I kiss her sex again. I can still smell her sweet incense on my lips.

Another kiss. The hair on my chin brushes on her tender bare skin. She quivers like small jolts of electricity are pulsing through her veins.

My lips find their way up her belly.

A soft moan escapes her lips.

She still belongs to me.

My hands roam her body, the familiar terrain somehow comforting even though I know that we are no longer a "couple".

My lips caress the soft white flesh of her breast. I can feel her body react underneath me. She tenses up slightly as my lips surround her pale pink nipple. Another soft moan, she relaxes under my touch.

Right now I can think of nothing but making love to her. But can I assume that she still wants me?

She could have made me move out when we broke up but she didn't. She practically begged me not to leave until I got myself a new apartment. It's been weeks now, besides us not having sex, nothing seems to have changed between us.

I close my eyes. A deep breath. I move deep inside her. The instant seems to last an eternity. The warmth of her sex seems to radiate all around our bodies.

Please let this last forever.

It can't.

Almost as if I woke her up from a dream she moves with a start. My heart sinks. She pushes me off of her.

Not sure what to do, I lie there feeling lifeless as she gets out of bed. Without a word she gathers the clothes that were so recently dispatched without regard.

She hasn't looked at me since she got up.

Unhurriedly she gets dressed as if to say:
"This meant nothing to me."

She picks up her purse and heads for the bedroom door. As she closes the door behind her, her eyes meet with mine.

Another moment seeming to last forever. There was no malice in her voice. To her it was merely a statement of fact.

"This was the last time."