Just this once, maybe you can close your eyes and think of nothing else. Forget the stack of papers waiting at your desk come Monday morning. Forget your 7PM meeting at Delmonico’s, the blinking red light of your answering machine, the dramatics of your diplomatic work— Just this once, sit with me and think not of workplace decorum or deadlines: in this moment, we are faceless strangers drinking in the hedonistic concoction of our emotions.
Just this once, maybe you can cut the chase and get on with it: maybe you can be drowsy enough to whisper sweet nothings into my ear and actually mean them, word for word. Maybe you can be stupid enough to make the move you have been hinting at for the longest time. Just this once, maybe you can be bold enough to kill the tension in the air and just press your lips against mine— softly, subtly, sentimentally.
Just this once, maybe you can forget that you are in love with someone else. You can forget how her nose wrinkles when she laughs, how she loves red lipstick but hates the mark on her wine glass, how she never cusses when she is with you. You can forget her favourite ice cream flavour, the scent of her shampoo, the salt-and-pepper shaker set she bought your mother for Christmas … and pretend that I deserve to be happy at this instant, in your arms, before sensibility clears the cloud of smoke that twists this sin into the sweetest summer memory.
Hold me close and make it happen: I will live this ecstasy over and over, swiftly, slowly; on some days with love, on others with guilt. Just this once, let go of logic and let this longing engulf our entire beings: defy the laws of physics, and let this minute stretch into an eternity of remembrances I shall hold close to my heart on the nights you come home to her embraces, her puppy-dog eyes, her back massages. Forget your inhibitions, forget your mind games, and indulge me so: just this once, just maybe, you can convincingly pretend you truly meant to win my love.
-Apollonia, http://phacthepetridish.tumblr.com/
