It’s Just A Kiss
Is that good enough?

“You’ve got such a kissable mouth,” she smiles.
“Let’s SWAK that,” he said, pulling her close.
It’s just a kiss. His mouth comes onto hers. At that moment, she blooms like a flower. There’s no way to hide. They settle in each other’s cocoon — safe and warm. The control he held back for so long comes crashing through like a roaring flood through a broken dam. The synapses in her brain fire and wire, awakening her senses. She breathes him in like oxygen that is vital for her survival. His mouth moves passionately over hers.
The space between them explosively implodes — the heat fills their souls.
He tastes her, urging her lips apart, realizing all this time that he has been starving. It’s passionate and demanding, a soul-searing kiss that causes the heavenly bodies to dance. It levels mountains and shakes the very stars throughout the constellations. She trembles and abandons herself completely to him. It’s like a memory of a forgotten kiss long ago.
She’s thoroughly breathless, parting her mouth for air, staying still in the moment. His mouth still lingers on hers, teeth grazing her lower lip, causing her to shiver. Her heart keeps missing beats. It’s such blissful oblivion that almost knocks the earth off its axis. As a salve, his kisses reach into her wounds that are deep as the Mariana Trench and stir the music in her bones.
She feels both their souls rising upward into the sky and lighting up every star, illuminating the night. His tongue tastes like warm honey in her mouth, like a sip of wine in summertime. His hands can’t seem to draw her close enough. He wants to kiss her the way the ocean returns to kiss the shoreline, refusing to stop, ceaselessly, endlessly, no matter how many times.
Neither of them knows how long it lasts, for their kiss makes them feel immortal. They are both breathless when he pulls away. And that’s it. It’s just a kiss.
“Is that good enough?” he asks.






