M. and I made love once after a Pearl Jam concert.
We were driving on the highway traveling back home.
It was night.
It was starting to rain.
Darkness outside.
But playfulness inside.
We couldn't take it anymore.
We had to make love then and there.
So he pulled off to the side of the highway road.
And we made love as the bright glaring headlights of cars whirled past us.
We were nervous about getting caught.
Of being discovered.
But we did not care.
We pushed our fears aside to live in the moment.
And we did live...
While the cold rain splattered through the barely-rolled-down window.
Exhilarating droplets of water sprinkling onto and kissing my face as we were consumed by our desire.