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Your lips are so soft.
I have imagined them just like that, every single night and every single day since the creation of everything.
Please angel. I'm begging you. Stay with me.
I feel your hands resting uncertainly on my shoulders. My reason begins to waver.
I apologise for this angry, impetuous kiss, I never wanted our first kiss to be like this.
But believe me, for the first time in my life, after all this time, I am really afraid of losing you.
I realise it's a bit much for you, that I'm scaring you, but I'm terrified too, I want you to understand that.
I loosen my grip on the collar of your coat but only to grab the sides of your face, I need to feel your skin under my fingertips. You still don't react. Your hands now coming away from my back and this coldness of yours, it's all too much to bear, worse than any hell.
Without you, any place is worse than any hell.
At this thought, tears run through my glasses and start running down my cheeks.
Please angel. I beg you. Stay with me.
I was already ready to break away from you, aware that my feelings were obviously not being reciprocated.
But maybe my tears or as you say, maybe a miracle....
Your hands are on my back again, I feel your facial muscles relax and your lips open slightly.
All of a sudden, I finally feel at home, your scent is home, your lips are home, to be by your side is to be home.
Now I am less afraid and I manage to make the kiss much gentler, I take courage and brush your soft lips with the tip of my tongue to ask your permission to enter and be able to explore that mouth that for centuries and centuries I have only heard talking. You grant me this permission and as soon as my tongue meets yours I am invaded by your taste, a taste to which I soon become addicted and which suits you so well. You are like milk and candyfloss. Yes, I admit it, I have eaten candyfloss several times associating it with you.
Now I feel your fingers in my hair and I make you back towards a wall, I even risk tripping over a stack of books but who cares, all I would need now is to kiss you until the end of time. As soon as your back leans against the wall I deepen the kiss, I caress your cheek, I hear you moan, as if even for you my mouth is better than any heaven. For all we need, we forget to breathe, our tongues dance together, a dance we've both always known but had never enacted.
After an infinite amount of time, seriously, I really couldn't say after how long, it is you who pull away from my mouth, I remove my glasses to wipe my face, lean your forehead against mine, then whisper: I stay.
And this time, it is you who captures my lips again.