An ode to lovers in a passionate moment..

 

Untitled-XX : A Kiss Unforgettable

By: sdna

 

           

His lips were wet with her almost sweet-tasting saliva.

           

They had been kissing for about an hour now.  Never getting tired.  Never getting grossed out by the literal idea of eating each other out.  Minute upon minute: caressing each other, not minding the occasional lumps of mosquito bites and scars from long ago, muttering Love thoughts to each other.

           

More than words can ever express, their small, thin lips can.

           

            Such is the untamed, yet still unrivaled, primal activity that is the medium of selfless Love, and sometimes, uncontrolled lust.

 

            It was their first time.

 

            Inexperienced as they were, the moment their lips touched each other, a torrent of sweeping emotion flooded both of them, in which they themselves were surprised: they had never been this physical in this Love of theirs before.

 

Never.

 

Before, they were just like any other ordinary couple.  Their distance from each other, like that of an obedient dog and his master.  Everyday, they are seen with each other, but still with that safe distance, the distance given by a careful virgin and accepted as yet by a novice suitor.

 

Oh, how fast things change.

 

She never dared to dream that such thing would happen, not at such an early time, unlike he, who dared to dream from long ago, before they were together, before she accepted his Love.

 

The events happened so fast.

 

It all started as an ordinary visit.  It was a routine any boy would do to a girl.  This time, however, the girl’s parents were not at home, but at a party of some citywide renowned socialite.  Up with the rich and famous, like her parents once were.  As ordinary and as routine as it was:  the girl offered juice, and he politely declined.  Then they talked.

 

It was just like in the books and movies, this time only better.

 

For no reason at all, he just hugged her, with an innocent Loving intent, of course.  She unsurprisingly returned it, but tighter, more fueled with guarded emotions.  Then, like he always does once in a while, he kisses her.

 

For a fleeting moment, time does not matter, nor the circumstances.

 

They were like animals, unleashed from their rusting cages of etiquette, manner, and tradition.  For a time, they let their True Love fly free, unguarded, not bound to any standard of known norms.  They let their longings devour them.  Or rather, they let themselves devour each other.

 

So this is what we feel when we really do it.

 

Such innocence.  Adding altogether the excitement of it, this kiss.  It was a different kind of high.  Far more different than neither liquors nor nicotine the boy has ever intake.  Far more different than the happiness the girl experiences out of a corny joke, or something like that.

 

They kissed until their bodies ached from their craned positions.

 

Which was rather easily remedied by changing into another position.  It was a strenuous thing to do in a set of chairs down the dingy living room of course.  So the girl suggested her parents king size bed, since her own bed was small in itself.  So they moved.

 

How happy their young, frail hearts were.

 

Then some of the real fun began.  Their tongues playing with each other, like they never have tasted another tongue before.  They never have.  Frustratingly, their teeth sometimes hit each other, giving some angst.  A minor irritation, nonetheless, compared to the lightheartedness they feel, the happiness they give, the Love they share.

 

That was an hour ago.

 

Suddenly, the girl remembers her parents.  They will come home, any moment now.  The boy, too, remembers a forgotten appointment.  Back to the reality, back to their separate worlds, so tightly bonded just a few minutes by this wonder most people call as the kiss.

 

Just for now.

 

For the kiss has just fueled their ambitious dreams, which they defiantly persevere to realize.  They have become addicted to it.  And they have become addicted to each other.  They know that this is truly Love, they who are very much mature, young as they are.  They know that time shall come when they shall no longer leave each other because of circumstances not within their line of control.

 

For one to describe this kiss, one must first experience it.