I bet his kisses are soft and gentle. His touch soft, and faint. The impression of his lips imprinted in my mind, where I keep those secret things. The way he smiles not just with his lips, but with his eyes. Oh those eyes how they sparkle, and I hope that they smile for me . I hope I'm doing something right here; I may have to take a risk. But, only good can come from this. Still, I'd love to feel his kiss.

I dreamt of you and your sweet lips last night . The way they meshed with mine was perfect. Your eyes sparkled when you pulled away, and your pupils dilated at the sight if my face. Again we kissed and it was gentle. None of that sloppy , tonguey business ; only a brief touch of your lips against mine. But, in that moment, I knew you wanted me. I could tell by your lack of hesitation. I could tell by your passion and stance. I could tell by your smile I felt as your lips pulled away. And, I knew , at least for now, that we would be happy for awhile .