Why We
Kissed
It was the taste. Earthy.
Familiar, yet new – perhaps even forbidden, the
faintest flavor of whatever had last passed over the
taste buds. Moving to the neck and ears unveiled a
taste all its own. Sweet. Tangy. Exciting.
It was the feel. Slick. Moist.
The smoothness of lips and the roughness of tongues, all
mixed with intense heat and the soft mist of uneven
breath. Teeth on an earlobe, lips on that silken
patch of skin right below the ear, blood throbbing just
below the surface.
It was the sounds. A gasp in
place of a compliment; a moan that dared to ask for more.
A sharp intake of breath in reaction to a new sensation.
A whisper of assurance, of request, or just a simple,
breathless name.
It was what it did. The racing
heartbeat, breaths and words alike hitching in the
throat. All nerves on overdrive, the entire body
tense with anticipation, awaiting the next caress.
It was the moment of separation.
Eyes finally opened, then met. Lips swollen from
contact as fingers relinquished their hold on hair,
clothes, skin. Mouths formed a smile, eagerly
awaiting the next time.
