Our Kiss

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic
Just something that came to me.

Submitted: August 16, 2012

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When our lips meet, it's like there's nothing. Nothing but the vertices of where our lips touch. And in that moment, that's all that matters. Everything else is nothing else. There's no hate, no love, no tears, no joy, just the moment. It's something I never experience anywhere else. It's like the whole world just disappears and there's no worries about anything, just my lips meeting hers. Nothing matters, everything is nothing, it's pure euphoria! It's like we're one. Everything meets and meshes and vanishes all at once. It's the kiss that reminds me, "Hey, it's all good. Ain't nothing bad that you and her can't handle. You got this. Nothing. Else. Matters. Just you and her, for life, all right?" And when our lips part and we sit back and look into each others eyes, it's the icing on the cake. It's enticing, it's empowering, it's draining, it's explicit and vague, it's amazing and awe-less. It's just us. It's how I know, she's the one and there ain't no other girl in the entire world. No other woman could ever pull this off. It's transcending, it's divine, it's just inhuman. Nothing could ever, ever match the kiss. No, there's no sparks, no fireworks, nothing like that. That's cupcake stuff, that ain't this. Sparks are faked, this can't be imitated, this can't be counterfeited. It's real, it's the real thing. It's as real as stabbing yourself with a knife and feeling the pain. Not even the greatest writer in the world could create this. It's unnatural but it's good. It's just...it's just undefinable. Not even this entire bit could truly explain it! This is only human words, dialect created by an unworthy man. Only gods could write something this unfathomable. Only a deity could imagine and form this and define it and make it understandable. I'm just a kid with a crayon before the masterpiece of our kiss. I could keep going but I'd be just a blathering fool repeating himself. That's how it feels to kiss her.


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