First Kiss
A description of a perfect first kiss
My eyes will not give way, stead fast I look onward past what I see, your eyes, the gateway to your soul. Your hands rest in mine, cupped gently, fingers connecting at my hip. They take hold firmly; yet, pull away as I tremble in anticipation. Though a quickened pulse my breathing does not waver, yet, when you move closer to me, my breath cannot hold its ground. My hand moves to your waist, taking hold of what I cherish m...