to the unknown

So it happened, we crossed the line, stepped into the unknown. Maybe not that unknown any more, or before for that reason. It has happened before, a few years ago, and recently too, but not for a long time with someone I couldn't imagine being without as a friend. I crossed the line.

The thought did strike me that it could all go horribly wrong, be ruined forever by such a simple and meaninglessly primal act. I wanted to pull out, to say no, to try to stick with what we've got. Even though, t was too late already. The real line was crossed one drunken night in the village, a night of much commotion and talk ever since.

Then I took a leap. I went with it. It was good to feel alive again. The trembles and moans were all there. The touch so sweet, so beautifully playful. The warmth of another's touch spreading to every piece of your being. The jump was with body rather than mind, and I am glad I did take the chance.

It was exhilarating to feel someone again, and I don't really care what comes next. I can tackle whatever life decides is to be my fate. It was worth it just to feel sexy again.