The Kiss

She was a calm person, a bit introverted, bright and purposeful. He was more of an extrovert, still finding his way and unsure of many things.

They knew one another, just briefly, having met and saying hello and one another’s names. Though the informality was the typical, there was a stirring between them. 

Their lives were on different paths but occasionally during chance meetings they talked about small things, common things. During one encounter, the moment seemed timely, eventful, in a calm voice he asked her to join him for a dinner.

She looked into him with a smile full of mystery and he knew there was magic. His senses were heightened, full of new potential, something more, something touched with beauty. She was curious, slightly intrigued and aware.

He arrived at her home, perhaps a bit early, though she was ready and waiting for him. They left for a small romantic place, all dark and filled with mood and atmosphere. It was a restaurant he had noticed but never experienced, his friend told him it would be a perfect place for them.

She enjoyed the wine and meal and was at ease within the cosmopolitan élan. He pretended effortlessness while churning within. They laughed and talked small personal vignettes and agreed on so many things. Their hours together were as a blink.

Driving her home was mostly a quiet affair. In his silence, he was considering how to make things linger; she was still in the now-moment, enjoying it all. Walking the path to her door, holding hands, they were, each in their own way, expectant and wondering.

Stopping, and in a pause that went on forever, they kissed. Every possible sensation, every passionate desire was felt then unraveled. Every second was an hour then timeless. Every touch was pleasure, new and fresh and beyond comprehension. There was texture to air and their lips, fiery and desiring.

Embraced, transfixed, the kisses were spellbinding. He instantly understood he was forever changed, in a place he never expected. Her reaction was more complex, she knew there was much more including sensations of unfathomed desire.

Could the warmth of lips pressed against lips be so different from any kiss previously experienced? Was it possible to be intensely aroused by a single kiss? Another kiss and then another, there was nothing else, just desire.  Wordless thoughts, alive in passion, both enchanted, they looked deeply into one another’s eyes.