His lips carefully brushed against mine, so slow... so gentle... so plush.
There were no sparks, as they describe it in poems. No fireworks or explosions. It was a soft ballad. An intricately composed symphony.
My entire body itched with longing. Greedy, as I always was, I wanted all of him. I wanted more.
So I held him closer, and I kissed him harder. I hungered for him so badly, I didn't even mind the harsh tang of alcohol on his breath.
Maybe it lasted a minute, maybe an hour, my mouth felt bruised and sore. But it didn't matter. Nothing else mattered.
We were two beings, and yet, for just a moment... we were one.