Time seems to stand still when I’m near you. Is it our fifth date? Maybe it’s our first. We had a wonderful time, but our date is winding down. I look into your eyes; searching; for what, I do not know; I’m just captivated by them; the enthralling portals that lead to your beautiful soul. There is a glimmer of something. What was it? Are they telling me you want to be kissed? I can’t tell; you are unsure yourself.

We idly chat as our date comes to a close; neither wanting the other to go; but unsure of where we want the night to end. I look over your face; study it. I become entranced with your beauty. Not just your physical beauty, but the beauty of the wonderful woman you are. I want to be near you; I need to be near you. I edge my body closer to yours as we continue our conversation.

I ever so slightly lean in to you; our faces become closer; but still seem a mile away. I look back into your eyes; they’re searching mine; wondering; anticipating; nervous as to what might happen next. Will I kiss you? It seems I might, but then again, maybe not. Do you even want to be kissed? Your heart does; your mind has not yet decided. Your eyes give you away. I go no further; I have not yet been invited.

It’s obvious our conversation is only there to draw out our parting. I lightly brush your hair with my fingers; maybe your bangs; maybe the sides as I gently tuck them behind your ear. I study the curve of your ear with my fingers; they gently fall down the side of your neck. I want to replace my fingers with my lips; but I don’t; I can’t; not yet.

My gaze follows my fingers back up your neck and across the line of your jaw. The backs of my fingers gently and slowly graze back across your cheek; I want to know how soft it is. It’s as I’ve imagined; so smooth; so silky. Your eyes close briefly; relishing the sensation. You wonder, is this the moment? Will our lips meet now? You open your eyes to find that no, it is not; you have not yet invited me.

Our forced conversation has finally ended. I have to feel your other cheek. Is it just as soft; just as smooth? I know it is, but I still have to explore. I use your hair once again as an excuse to touch you; gently combing and brushing it with my fingers to put it back in place even though it really was never out of place. On the way back, my fingertips lightly caresses your other cheek; then my thumb; then my palm. Your face gently turns to meet my hand. Your eyes close again.

Your head grows lighter as it turns even more into my hand; my heartbeat quickens. Your eyes open and look back at me; our eyes fixed; your body shifts; your chin rises slightly; your tongue lightly parts your lips to make sure they are moist; supple; ready for what’s to come. You’ve decided; you’ve made up your mind; or your heart has taken control.

I now know that you want to be kissed; need to be kissed; desire to be kissed. And I desperately want to kiss you; to feel your lips on mine; to taste your lips; your heart; your soul. Our faces draw closer. We continue to stare into each other’s eyes. But I will not kiss you yet. I want to savor this moment; savor the sight of you; the feel of you in my hands.

Our faces are mere inches apart. I trace your face with my fingers; both hands; around your eyes; your cheeks I want to study you; to know you. When I close my eyes, I want to still see every detail of your face.

Your eyes close. My thumb gently brushes over your upper lip. It’s soft; supple; moist. I bring my thumb back across your lower lip; I want to know, does it feel the same? Your desire to be kissed grows; so does mine. My face draws even closer to you. But I can’t give in yet; I don’t want this moment to end.

Look at this beautiful woman before me; her heart; her soul; her mind; her body. She is amazing. She humbles me; I am awed by her. This moment is surreal; but she is real. I am lucky to be here; I am honored she has let me be here. These brief moments are bliss; I never want them to end; I want to live here.

My lips draw closer to yours; hovering just above you. You can feel my breath on your lips. I take one last look; one last feel with my hands; I must make this last. We both can’t stand it any longer; we need to kiss; we must kiss; we have to kiss. And I can’t resist any longer; I am consumed; I am lost to the desire; I have to have your lips on mine; I must feel them on mine; I must taste them with mine.

They finally touch; our lips connect; a spark runs through our bodies; something electric; tingling us; exciting us. It ignites our emotions; our passions; our hearts, which are now racing. Our mouths part slightly. I take your lower lip between mine; lightly touch it with my tongue; trace it; feel it; taste it. Your tongue does the same to my upper lip. Our lips move over one another’s in unison; both hungry for more. Our tongues dance; play; explore. It is heaven; the sharing of our hearts; our souls; and our passion; they have mingled into one.

And this is only the beginning….

Beautifully sensual. Got my blood warm. The lady who inspired this is lucky.

Thanks! But no one in particular inspired it. It's just been a long time since I've kissed anyone and I just imagined what it would be like to have that first kiss once again.