Perfect Peace

A first kiss as soft and innocent as a rose petal on the first day of Spring. 

There is no speed limit, so I fall fast and hard, my mind screaming at me to slow down.

Rose colored glasses making everything pink. 

Even the way he looks at me high is beautiful. 

The hundredth kiss is all fire and passion. Twisted sheets and tight pants and not enough of him.

I love you, he whispers between bursts of flame.

His laugh echoes mine. My laugh echoes his.

It is peaceful here.

I want to stay.