It's pathetic how I let a kiss overpower me
I cannot help it for his lips are soft
His kiss tasted like honey but he was far from sweet
When he first kissed me
It was slow and teasingly painful
He was testing me, because he knows that with just his breath touching my skin
I could crumble to pieces
I was so high in love that I could not remember
what he looked like after the kiss
But he movements were desperate as if I would slip away any moment
I felt like I could faint
It wasn't just the kiss,
I've been kissed many times before
what I loved the most, is that it was from him.
