It was a night of a full moon and I wasn't in full bloom. The sight of his hair caught me unaware. To busy watching his lips move I was in a dream, wondering if they felt as soft as the looked. Wondering if they tasted as good as he looked every time I saw him. Wondering if they were as sweet as he was. Wondering if I would every come out of my shell and just kiss him. Even if it was just on the cheek. I closed my eyes to blink and he kissed me. I didn't hear a word he said but all I knew was that I couldn't think straight. I felt warm inside and I loved it. My first kiss I thought about all day everyday till I saw him again, and even then all I could think about was how he kissed me.
