I Swear
I swear that time stood still.
I swear that my beating heart could be heard from the depths of the ocean to the top of the highest mountain.
I swear that my stomach was practising the Irish Jig and it was damn good at it!
Because here I am in her kitchen and it is time. After months of my body mimicking a nuclear meltdown whenever she is near me, it is time. She has closed her eyes and I do the same. She leans in and purses those delectable lips and I do the same. Finally our lips make contact, because it is time.
I swear that in this moment someone has set off enough fireworks to light the night sky.
I swear that humans don't need oxygen; I'm living proof because I know I can't breathe.
I swear that somehow my blood was replaced with gasoline and she just set me ablaze with her touch.
As my lips caress hers it creates a sensation that seems to extend a thousand tendrils around my mind exuding pure ecstasy. The blinding power of the kiss travels along my fingertips and I can feel the burning heat coming from her skin. As I dig my hands into her silky hair I pull her closer with hunger, deepening the kiss. The soft, gentle tongue massaging mine creates an invisible force that make the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end.
As we pull apart she looks at me and I know it is a reflection of my face. I see relief that we finally did it, I see desire for more and I see love and happiness for the future.
I swear that my feet are not touching the ground.
I swear that the tension, the burning and the aching have all been worth it because standing here, holding the woman I love in my arms and kissing her for the first time has been the most sensational experience of my life.
That was the last first kiss I will ever haveā¦I swear.
