It started with a kiss...

It started with a kiss...

That it did! And, as I recall, there wasn't much passion present. It was rather abrupt, actually. He approached me, and without hesitation, made my mouth his.

For a few brief seconds, I tasted his tongue. Felt his lips. I remember them being soft. I wrote then that they were not chapped! LOL When I re-read my diary, shock, more than anything, is the emotion that comes through. Why me? Why then? What did it all mean?

Close to twenty years passed before our lips met again.

This time, we were BOTH ready.

Waiting.

Anticipating.

I never, ever, forgot the last time -- which then became the FIRST time.

And the second time, changed my life. Left me yearning for more, a third, fourth, fifth, 6th, 7,8,9,10th....and so on.

His kisses are divine. Must be what heaven is made of...'for he kisses me like my breath is his only sustenance, and I have no choice but to exhale.'

I am reminded everyday of his OUR passion and desire, captured in a kiss. I pray that it is his that I'll have forever...




[More to Come]