I have never felt this way.
What is this?
This feeling is cold and warm and numbing.
My hands are frozen around her.
This feeling, so strange…
She looks to me. She feels it.
Could it be love?
Not lust. Not pining or want, but Love.
I need her, I can't let go of her presence.
I move my mouth to hers.
There is no hesitation. We forget the past.
She holds my hair; I hold her hips on mine.
This feeling is so fresh and new.
Like dew on roses in the morning, but;
This dew never leaves my lips.