My Descriptive writing pieces

'Kiss'

She grabs my arm. The one that's covered in little angry red scars. My heart skips a beat. She doesn't react. Did she know already? "How long?" It was all she asked. She didn't press me for an answer, which surprised me a little. "You know" she says "your heart's intentions show you where you're going and the physical scars show you where you have been". I turned, for the first time and really looked at her. Her willowy frame. Her lack of makeup, her long hair. But in her I saw beauty. Her eyes were a rich violet that stole your breath while looking through your soul. Her hair was like an obsidian waterfall that tumbled down her back in thick locks. Her hands were strong but yet so gentle at the same time. And her mouth... Oh how I wanted to kiss her mouth. And so I did. It wasn't like one of those close-mouthed kisses like you do in year 8 and you've never held hands before with a girl. It was full on, opened-mouth, almost sexual kiss. I loved it. I loved the way her small body melted into mine. The way our lips fit like two puzzle pieces. The way she relented as I played with her hair and held her tighter and tighter. When we broke away, after what seemed like ages, she looked at me...