summertime sweetness

Sticky Kisses

His lips remind me of the taste of lilac honey. Sometimes the onlythoughts persistent in my memory are the remarks he makes towards the flavor of my lips. Watermelon, blueberry, the sweet sticky kisses we pass over time, he always tells me what I taste like. Those flavors hold a special place for me. I wish i could describe to him what kissing him tastes like, but its images. The setting sun streaming through parted curtains. the feeling of the ground moving from exploding fireworks. its the safety of cocooning in blankets and the twilight sky. its holding hands in the dark and the tickle of a paintbrush.      the feeling that surrounds him is home. his smile makes my stomach twist in knots and my breath hitch in my throat. the way he looks at me makes me feel like for the first time in my life i dont have to be someone else. he makes me ugly laugh and he can turn my day around.  the moments where time stops, where i lose my breath, where my fingertips tingle and my cheeks flush, our lips meet. nothing feels more right than holding him to me. feeling him breathing, the giggles and whispers in the dark, the sun rise illuminating his profile as he glancing at me adoringly, when our eyes meet he glances away, thinking perhaps i wont notice. or maybe he doesnt mean to.        in the moments when he is determined to kiss every inch of my face, i realize. wherever we end up, what country, city, state, it doesnt matter. weither im a teacher, a historian, a book keeper, it doesnt matter. ill find myself eventually, but when im with him im happy. maybe we will own a small flower shop. maybe we will coach teenagers falling in love on the right type of flower. maybe he will be a writer, maybe i will too. maybe we'll come to eachother with writers block and help meet deadlines. maybe he'll work birthday parties and ill sneak in our kids for the free cake and goodie bags. everything, every struggle every plan, its worth it for him. the smile on his face, the joy in his heart, how warm and happy i feel thinking about the future we will have together, the memories, the family. one day we will be old and have heard every story, but we will reminisce over memories we share, we will giggle and bully eachother. maybe we will visit the same diner every morning for breakfast. take our grandkids on picnics, maybe we'll grumble and ache but for now, i get to dream of the future i have with him and the present. i can dream of the memories we will make and plan the ones we are making. i can feel his lips against my cheek and his arm around me in the summer heat. i can experience the beginning of our love, knowing it's going to last.