It finally happened.

The moment we both waited for.

Like two blushing pilgrims ready stand,

To smooth a rough touch with a gentle kiss.

For saints have hands,

that pilgrims hands do touch.

It's the way I felt when I kissed you,

For the first time.

In my bones running fire,

My soul returning to water.

You stole the air from my lungs,

Only to breathe life back into me.

Like every part of me I thought buried,

Awoke with the touch of your lips.

You felt it too.

Yeah you I'm talking to you.

The weight lifting off of our shoulders,

For how long we've carried desire.

Oh dear Saint,

Let lips do what hands do.

What happened once,

The pilgrims pray for many more.