The Kiss

by Jennifer Wichard   May 5, 2007


The Kiss

A pounding heart, mind racing with unexplainable thoughts and sweaty palms that reminded me of my teenage years.

Thrilled that you were not the first to arrive because I was a wreck.

When our eyes met, the magnetism was inescapable and the desire was extraordinary.

Wanting you from the first moment I saw you and responding to the call of your lips with mine.

With eyes closed, the gentle caress of your tongue created a rush of warmth through my body.

The kiss was soft and fragrant with beautiful petals of wonderment.

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