The kiss…

It's omnipresent, omnifold, omniscient, and omnipotent.  You can't realize what it did — does — to me.  From head to toe, it wraps me like a warm blanket and encompasses me like safety incarnate.  It envelops me in bliss.

Sure, when I'm with you the world seems to stand still.  Surprise!  Could you tell I had a crush on you?  I know I've mentioned it before, but it's one thing to be told, another entirely to see it written for all the world to read.  And it’s more than a crush…  It always has been.

That kiss…

I assure you that will not be the last.  I promise that.

But that kiss…

Like fire running through me, like exaltation, like an unexpected cool breeze on a hot summer day…

More like a sudden warm breeze on a cold winter day.

The kiss…

It was wonderful.  It was intoxicating.  It was enticing.

I was enraptured.

Remember the weekend at the cabin?  I would gladly go there with you any time; I'm ecstatic to think we could be going there again soon.  It was fantastic the first time; why shouldn't I expect the same thing?

And that kiss…

But does the kiss change anything?  Unlikely.  More in the past has not changed anything.  My feelings for you, now well over a decade old, have not changed anything.  We, in our evolving relationship, have not changed anything.  That is, nothing has changed except to get better.

But the kiss…

Nothing could change what I have with you, at least not for the worse.  What I have with you I have enjoyed for many years.  It's unchanging in the regard of our common relationship.  That will not change.

Am I silly to wish for more?  I guess I always have been.

Sure, I have delusions of indefinable happiness with you.  Know what?  I already have that.  Could it be better?  I doubt it.  My relationship with you is already beautiful.  However, I will not deny that I would be enthralled to pursue more.  If there's more to pursue.  I feel we already have so much, and it constantly surprises me with new developments.

The kiss…

We have kissed so many times before.  What makes this time so different?  Was it the passion?  Was it the sexual energy?  Was it the primitiveness of it all?

Wow.  That kiss…

The memory of it burns deep within me.  The feeling of your lips pressed against mine.  The inhalation of your breath.  The taste.  The sensations.  Tongues dancing to an internal song only the two of us could hear.  The desire.  The wanton desire.  Arms reaching, hands touching, body heat mingling.

And the kiss…

Then we two parted in silence and smiles.  Work called for me.  I should never have answered the phone.  I should have been unavailable for everything.

Except the kiss.  And you.