one night love

The room fell dark as the final glows from the television dimmed to black.
I could make out the mattress, the desk chair, and the silhouette of a girl lying on the left side of the bed.
She was a dear friend of mine, one that I cared deeply about.
We shared so many memories of adventures, and extravagant conversations
She and I were friends, and at times previous, that satisfied me.
Tonight though,
Tonight friendship was just the foundation of what I wanted with her.
I lay awkwardly to her right, stomach to the ceiling,
She lays on her side facing me, head resting upon my shoulder.
Her breath was warm on my neck.
We talked about everything; I felt what she felt.
The conversation grew deeper as time went by, I was very much engaged,
and at the same time, I was waging a war inside my mind.
I wanted so badly to turn and face her,
eye to eye, nose to nose, torso to torso.
I treasured her friendship,
and wanted nothing to compromise what we had.
Over and over I weighed risk and reward,
But as the night grew old, my urges grew stronger.
So I did it.
I repositioned myself to fit my fantasy.
I could feel her breathing, not only with her mouth and nose,
But with her chest.
She made no sign that I was unwelcome.
So I got closer, and I intertwined my legs with hers.
while we talked I would caress her face,
as she would my arm.
An hour or so had passed, still tangled in each others embrace.
By now I had felt her cheek a thousand times with my hand,
I put my hand at rest, and I moved my mouth to her cheek, I paused hovering over it
Almost as if I was hesitating, then I lowered my lips to her skin,
It was everything I had hoped it to be,
With any normal girl its just a kiss on the cheek,
She was more than that though, we had grown so close,
My entire body felt warm with pleasure.
To my surprise she returned the favor, without hesitation.
My mind went numb with bliss, I lay there for countless seconds before coming to.
Our conversation went on growing deeper and deeper as we took turns telling each other secrets, pausing every once in a while to exchange a kiss on the cheek,
Or the hand, or the shoulder, then the neck
She was not like most girls my age, she had as much respect for herself, as I had for her.
Her lips were special, only having been touched by two others in the past.
I wanted to be the third more than anything.
I was not there asking her to give herself up to me, I wanted a mere kiss on the lips
The way we talked about it, it seemed as though something as simple as a kiss, was on the same level as making love.
I would hold my head up to hers, mouths almost touching,
Just dreaming of being able to relax my arms and lower my lips to hers.
Our noses danced around each other like boxers in a ten round fight.
The temptation had grown to much for me, I wanted her kiss more than anything a that moment.
I slowly lowered my face, I could feel the electricity jumping between us as I got closer.
She moved her head slightly as if to show hesitation, but she quickly moved it back.
That was sign enough for the clocks, and me, our lips touched stopped ticking for what seemed like an eternity, an eternity that ended all too soon.
The conversation continued for hours afterward, constantly stopping mid sentence to kiss,
The sun was peeking through the blinds as we agreed to sleep.
I awoke the next morning, alone, and incomplete.