I lay back,
my hands running down your back,
and feel your breath on my neck,
hot and desiring.
Chills run up my spine at your lips’ touch,
and I get lost in the moment,
not wanting to lose the reckless feeling that has arisen.
Your smooth, pearly skin is an irresistible invitation,
and my eyes and fingers glide over its surface.
In a rush of adrenaline,
I’m lost in a different world,
your world,
where all I know is the warm weight of your body against mine.

But now as I’m alone,
I have no room for anything but regret.
I know that I have a decision to make,
but I keep holding back,
scared for the future.
However, I’d have to face it eventually,
so I wiped the tears from my face,
picked up the phone,
and dialed the number he scrawled hastily on the back of my hand in black marker.
I took a deep breath,
looked down at it again,
marveling at how a simple color can change your life.
As you answered the phone,
it all became real,
and, overcome with emotion,
I threw the test into the bathroom trash.