about kissing

The first time we kissed, I initiated it. You were nervous (I think) and I.. I wanted it. So badly. To hold your hand, To feel your heart beat, To touch your lips with mine. I hadn't kissed in over six months. You, that is. I lost count; a blur of lips, and tastes, and people who never mattered even then in a fruitless attempt to find a pair that rivaled yours. About four days ago, you Reappeared. The second time we kissed, you initiated it. And, It. Was. Wonderful. In the morning, you asked if it was alright, could you kiss me again What I said, was yes. But what I meant, was that in that moment, in that second kiss, I realized that yours are the only lips I could want for the rest of forever.