It's been a while, so our kisses are timid, as if we never kissed before. The taste of her lips brought back memories of recent liaisons. Then came a flood of want and need. Kisses transitioned from timid to passionate. Hands traversed familiar curves as we pressed against each other. Each breath became one, each heartbeat quickened. Kisses intensified, tongues entwined in a dance that's been around for millennia. Then it happened: my tongue explored her mouth, and she kissed back as if she were starving.

I pulled back and said, “Merry Christmas, Darling. I'm home for good.”