That first kiss
Nothing compares to that first kiss with someone.
And I’m not talking about a random kiss with some stranger
You met at a party.
I’m talking about that first kiss with the person you’ve
Been getting to know and falling for slowly.
I’m talking about that moment when you both are standing there
And the only sound you can hear
Is that of your heart racing in your ears.
And your breath becomes varied and the adrenaline starts pumping.
And the entire time you’re freaking out because you pray that you don’t fuck this moment up.
But you don’t rush this kiss even though your body is
Sending you signals to get the hell out of there.
And when your lips finally connect with this person,
Something happens.
Your lips bridge for the other emotions to flood into.
And your hands don’t know where to be
So they desperately grab onto whatever skin they touch.
And within that ten second window,
Nothing else matters.
And you both pull away, with your fingers still lingering on
Each other’s skin.
Your breathing still stuttered and your eyes still closed because
Reality can wait a couple more seconds before it comes crashing in again.
Yeah, nothing really compares to that first kiss...
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