She kissed him.
It was something that come rather naturally.
Kissing, as to seal their first union.

He was delightful, to the extent of shutting down her mind.
He alternated between warm and hot,
letting her melt at the right temperature, but not enough to burn her down.

His lips, his body, his words interweaving with one another to sink to her pores.
She closed her eyes, inviting him to penetrate her senses even deeper.
He was already inside, yet she exerted more force for him to arrive at the point where she wanted him to be.


She kissed him.
Their lips was technically locked to each other, yet she wanted him to fill in every crevice that needed mending.
She reached out, intertwining her arms to his, leaving no space vacant.

He was bliss in form of human, that touching his skin alone was an experience she had longed for.
Slowly, deliberately, she immersed herself in him as he did in her.
She let him explore her throughly, knowing that all passages were open for him to move.

It was his mind that she's after, and unyieldingly so, seeking the opening to it.
Words had gotten lost in translation from the moment their eyes held on each other's presence.
Contradictively so, since words were the elusive velcro that glued them in.


She kissed him.
Her heart lifted, leaped even, as her physique jolted.
Her mind was scattered, like the words that wrap them together.

"You can't live without coffee and cigarettes."
He pierced through the silence, inserting his conclusion in.
"Well now that you've had your experience."

She was staring into his eyes.
They were the most beautiful pair she had ever seen, she swore.
She could've jumped and drowned there, but she knew that she never could.


She just kissed him again.
And again.
And again.