The excitement felt when meeting someone new. The flirty glances, the lingering smiles, the innocent touches that are not so innocent.
The rise and fall of your chest. For some reason you find it hard to breathe when in close proximity to your attraction. It is enough to leave you excited for days, anticipating your next meeting.
Your heart seems to swell because you feel so incredibly happy. You never want it to end. Maybe you'll do anything to keep that feeling. Maybe.
The first kiss is never forgotten. Lips bruised and pulsing, numbing your mouth. The way your eyes unfocus from the headiness of that simple pleasure. The way your knees weaken, causing you to either stumble or hastely sit until some composure has been regained.
Your head is so clouded that thoughts are no longer allowed to form. All you are able to do is feel. Your senses immediately take over.
The simple pleasure of lying in each others arms. Feeling each others chests rise and fall, the warmthness of breath rythymically caressing your hair. Legs entangled, arms wrapped tightly around one another, never wanting to let go. Never wanting to lose this moment in time.
9:16 p.m. - December 22, 2003
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