It was dark and my hair was down, I was laying on the ground and you were propped up on your elbows on top of me. You kissed me and you kissed me again. You looked into my eyes and you smiled at me. You took a deep breath and brushed the hair out of my face. I felt your fingers run over my eyebrows and touch my eyelids. Your eyes penetrated into my skin, I knew you were taking in every detail. Then you closed my eyes and held them shut with the tips of your fingers. I could hear your smile in the way you breathed. I didn’t make you stop. You kissed me. Then you kissed me again and pulled away. I smiled, your fingers still holding my eyelids shut. You kissed me over and over, each kiss more intimate than the one before. Each time I didn’t know when to expect it. I bit my lip and you kissed me again. And I kissed you back. I ran my hands up your back and wished that we could stay like this forever. So calm, so serene, so peaceful. You comforted me when I should have been comforting you. Something about the way you did what you did. Something about the innocence in your laugh and the life in your eyes. It was like the feeling you get when you read one of those really good books and your heart starts beating fast and you turn the pages as quickly as you can read the words on them. You anticipate the end. I anticipated each and every kiss you gave me. Every one was like a tiny surprise, or a small gift. Time always goes by so fast when we’re together.
I want to write it down but I can’t put it into words
