My last first kiss

The touch of the lips is rare, like a fingerprint.

In romance, the kiss takes us toward emotional intimacy.  We face our beloved - look into his/her eyes, or we close the eyes as we reach deeper into the soul of the experience, crossing the line between our separate selves and our deepest longings to be part of something more.

Whenever my lips touch yours, filled up from toes to head, I’m filled with love so pure that I tremble at the thought of something so pure and magical.  I can so easily cover any forms of sadness with the mere thought of watching your eyes close and moving in slowly to touch my lips.  Oh what a feeling - a feeling of pure ecstasy that would make even the most joyous angels jealous.