Intent

The door closes behind us and darkness spills out upon our intent.
The air around us grows thick and runs faster and faster from my lungs.
Your head rests upon my breast as you listen, beat by beat, to my heart pounding.
My pulse quickens as you lay back invitingly.
I call upon God but you assure me that there is no need for heavenly intervention.
You hold out your hand and grasping it, I choose to take a forward step.
Your mouth claims mine.