Prompt: Write about the last person you kissed.

Oh god,
the way she kisses me,
 it’s a different kind of magic altogether,
she makes time stop,
and makes it seem as though,
all that matters,
are tiny hands on my hips,
and her soft lips on mine.
And she doesn’t even try,
but she makes me melt,
it’s as though I’m the wax and she’s the flame,
effortlessly burning,
leaving me a mess with every sway.
Even in that first kiss,
it was as though we found what we were missing,
and this,
this is what we should’ve been doing the entire time.
I don’t know what we are,
and I doubt we will ever,
but I know I love her,
and that’s enough.

November 2015