About Kissing

The first time we kissed I initiated it, I think you were nervous. If we kissed that made us cliché, but it made us real, the typical first date. I leaned in slowly hoping for permission but it wasn't granted, and that was okay, but then you let me in. Our lips pressed together so gently, colliding in the perfect mess of movement; I wanted to kiss you all day. Our second kiss I wanted it again. I wanted to feel what it felt like to kiss someone so special with such strong passion it made me weak at the knees. You didn't let me, and I felt like I quickly skipped over four chapters in an assigned reading book when you were far behind. When all of a sudden, you grabbed me by the wrist and pulled me back, spinning me around so I was wrapped up in your muscular arms. That same initial passion intensified by millions, the desire for each others lips was beautiful. I loved you, and I knew it in that moment. I was so scared. I'm still scared sometimes. Now when we kiss it means so many things from "I need you" to "I want you" to "I love you." There is one thing you have to know about kissing, it's never just a kiss.