He had such full lips, ready to be kissed. He stood silent, staring at me as if he were daring me to do it. I took him hesitantly by the shoulders, staring back, giving him a few seconds chance to pull away. But he didn’t. He took me in his arms, matched his lips to mine, and pressed, sending an electrical charge down my body from mouth to toes.
We held each other tightly, continuing the kiss. We were one in body and spirit. When we at last took a breath, he and I pulled slightly apart but with hands still clasping each other’s arms. Simultaneously, we said, “Wow!”, and rushed back together. Would the second kiss be even better than the first? How many would follow?
I hoped it would take all our lifetimes to find out.