we moved fast,
rolled with the punches.
one moment leads directly
into the next
and before i know it,
your mouth is on mine,
and mine on yours.

it was my first kiss,
and suddenly it became my
second
third
fourth
fifth.

we probably kissed
one thousand times
today.
and with every one,
mounting up to that thousandth one,
it felt right, natural.

and your last kiss --
i remember that one especially well.
a "goodbye,"
a "we'll do this again sometime."
i could feel you wanting more,
wishing time would stop,
five more minutes, please!
and i did, too.

is it odd
that i still feel your lips on mine,
your tongue gliding along my tongue?

your hands caressing me,
in my hair,
along my back,
my hips,
my face?

i will never forget how
we built up to the ******.
our noses touching playfully,
and suddenly we know
it is the time
and the time
is right.

we kiss.
i chuckle.
we kiss again.
an endless pattern --
i hope i didn't annoy you.

i still feel your arms around me,
and i am snuggled into your neck
and i am up on my tippy toes to kiss you.
it's like a ghost.
it makes me want to cry.

please,
before we are done,
let's make it one billion kisses.