The scent of your freshly washed skin clings to my memory as I watch you leave.  Emptiness fills me more than I could ever have thought. 

Hours before, we had never met, never spoke but had seen each other around.  At least thats what you told me and in thrall to my animal side, I agreed and smiled.

It was easier than I had expected, you had done the running.  I was merely along for the ride.  You wanted me that night and I was not going to argue.  Too long had I been alone, aching for the passion that had been taken away.

Laughter flowed and the looks that I was unsure I was reading correctly, soon became crystal clear.

The first kiss.  You made the move, I responded the way I had been doing for years, before realising that it was different.  I tried to adjust and yet you pulled away, eyes sparkling like a night sky and sipped your drink.  Sadness descended briefly before the cheeky smile flashed and you kissed me again.

From there the journey to my flat was a blur.  Alcohol had not robbed us of our senses, just our caution.  My concerns about the first time, drifted away as you made it clear that was not an issue.

Afterwards we dozed happily in each others arms and my mind was clear of any guilt that I thought I would feel.  I knew what it was and accepted that.  Yet after a joint shower, you left, leaving me with a kiss full of promises kept.  The emptiness grew and I returned to my bed alone.