On the rear window of a pimped pick up truck, it reads the above, which means, “gift me this night.” I like the direct, yet pleading tone, as if asking for a sliver of love, an ounce of humanity, a reprise from the cold? A halt to raw loneliness, or ration of comfort supplied by two arms.
I don´t think it´s from some horny dude asking this from a first date. He´s asking for a whole night…remember? After the heart rate subsides, how then is the rest of the time to transpire? This plead is torn from the soul of one who would cherish every absolute moment, and find time has passed in a blink of an eye.
Ondulating waves of pleasure, varying in intensity, derived from holding hands, devouring kisses, and parting limbs. Languid licks and flicks of dexterous tongues. Inquisitive lips, and greedy hands. All senses inflamed: sight, taste, smell, and touch…and the melody of rampant lust.
Perhaps it would involve a movie, perhaps a comfortable silence…so silent, so quiet, one can hear each other´s heart beat. This reverie pierced by groans of ecstasy. And as the hands of the clock advance towards dawn, one can sleep floating in a gentle peace, which reigns in intimacy with a warm, vibrant body so close, as close as two people can be.
Perhaps this plead is tinged with despair prior to a final goodbye, or a chance encounter on the route of life. Beggars can´t be choosers, and one memorable night can be so sublime, as to linger perennial on the psyche and the heart.Infusing with so much delight, humbling one with the wonder of aching tenderness. Knowing full well time is running out, before dawn bathes with light, and the spell of the night is dissolved.
All aglow from the heat of a sizzling grill, which has become a shared mattress. Perhaps it´s a lament of one who needs comfort, or the culmination of restless nights scented with longing, slow-simmering in lust. From tender kisses, to rabid bites, epileptic seizures, as if needing to devour, absolve, and punish all at once.
All of this can be contained in just one night, provided one feels benevolent and generous to participate. How ephemeral and tenous is the hold on pure joy. Because there is such an intense happiness which overflows, and it cannot be contained, much less prolonged for too long.
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