something happened that magical evening. blame it on the breathy, exotic, drawn out ending of that song... falling... falling... falling...
'i can still taste you on my lips'... she read, as her eyes adjusted to the first morning light, and grazed the acquaintance of a late night text message. what a way to start the day.
what started as a regular evening began subtle, music turned the night magical, and left alone for a moment she felt compelled by the moment and by the depth of her eyes to interrupt the frivolous chatter and ask if she could kiss her...
once their lips touched, the all-too-familiar, but somehow forgotten feeling washed over again, and she had to catch her breath, then catch herself and remind herself to... slow... down...
she always got so eager around her.... and this kiss instilled again within her a sense of immediacy and urgency
just when she didn't think she could take it anymore, the other began to speak. she realized that she was already nodding in agreement to the words not yet spoken, but somehow prematurely and mutually understood:
"you know that feeling where music just reverberates throughout you...?" the other inquired, melodically, hand on chest, as she continued nodding....
"...that's how it feels to kiss you"
i think its strange you never knew.
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