She searched frantically
deep into my eyes.
Followed by "what?" that
kind of slipped out of her mouth.
Queried if I was afraid of the dark
or even worse, herself.
Either way, I was facing both my fears
dead in the eyes.
Told me if I could get used to one,
let it be the darkness, as she will
always be unpredictable.
Teased me by making me think
she was going in for a kiss.
But didn't follow through to my surprise
and asked if i wanted a hug instead.
I bet she could smell my spiraling nerves
hence asked for my hands to help
with the shivering.
But how can I hug your lips
she whispered.
Let me try with my hands, she did
removing something that wasn't
even on my lips to begin with.
With that failing, she asked if she
could try with her lips.
As she hugged my lips, with her own
I became unconscious
and regained it shortly afterward.
So, how was your first hug
you would ask...
I paged through every word
I could find.
Found none best suiting
for a glimpse, brief description
yet able to bring to life
that spur-of-a-moment.
