First Kiss

I look at you, I'm nervous as hell, hoping against hope that you'd kiss me.
The empty street, the soft porch light, your hazel eyes are all I can see.

You lean down slowly, gently, letting your soft lips brush against mine.
You do it again, again, and again... We completely lose track of the time.

On my toes, your fingers lost in my hair, my body moulding to fit yours perfectly.
You kiss my neck, my heart hammers away, your lips tasting like heaven to me.

I was eighteen and never been kissed, until you came along, weakening my knees.
With you it was perfect, as it should be... Would you kiss me once more, please?

~C♡