Sometimes when I'm standing in line at the bank or the post office, my mind wanders as I shift my weight under my grasping toddler perched on my hip, my preschoolers constant whys...
That kiss. Oh my God, that first kiss ran like fire through my veins. Our lips touched so tentatively, so softly barely together. Your hand brushed my cheek, your thumb traced my jaw to my ear. You pulled my ponytail, the sensation made every nerve from the top of my head to the soles of my feet awaken. I gasped. As my lips parted, your tongue touched mine.
My eyes fluttered open to meet yours, you were laughing.
"Wow." was all you said. "Just. Wow."
Submitted by: Heather, AKA Epiphany Alone
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