I am at the moment before a first kiss.
In my mind she is perfection, I want to hold the dream a bit longer just in case.
I lean towards her, she meets me halfway, I pause, allowing my lips to caress hers lightly, the friendly meeting before the moment of truth.
She nudges forward, her lips bind with mine, tender yet firm, her mouth slightly open, hinting of more.
But she holds off, waits, plays the game. We tease one another with our lips, at once firm yet tender, then soft and inviting.
Forget the dream, real is better.
Written by Rodney Goodall
Owner of NibbleReads.