I want to say “take your time.”

I want you to linger.

I want to luxuriate in the press of your lips against my flesh, your tongue doing lazy patterns, leaving a glistening trail.

I want tenderness to lead gently, slowly, softly into union, my cock finding sweet, redemptive purchase inside you.

But the truth is, every kiss brings me closer to leaving

Every touch counting closer to the last

Every moment a scarce resource spent and gone

How do I stop thinking about what will soon be missing and focus instead on the moment that is here?