In that kiss was the sweetness of passion, a million loving thoughts condensed into a moment.
In the emotion of the kiss a volume of passion is spoken that transcends the works of the great poets combined.
In the moment of the kiss we are our pure and vulnerable selves.
In his kiss I am home.
In that moment of the kiss our chemistry becomes an ever-bright flame.
His kiss is not at all the same as those movie stars, but one steeped in a passion that ignites. It is the promise of realness, of the primal desire that lives in us all. And with it he tells me that he is awake, connected within, that he embraces himself rather than hide as a copy of those romantic idols.
In his kiss is the promise of years and the sweetness of waiting for real love.
In that moment of the kiss we are in each others protective cocoon.