That day was magic.
The first moment he touched my skin it felt like I would die.
The last time he touched his lips to mine I thought I might melt; I could barely kiss his back.
The silence shared between our tempted mouths was beautiful while the conversation between two sets of eyes could have lasted a lifetime. I hate when anyone looks at me for too long but I never minded it if it was you.
I know your eyes never judge what it sees in me, they only admire, touch.
The stroke across my temple sweeping like a paintbrush with your fingertips tells me I'm beautiful without saying a word.
Whispering with your embrace for one more chance of what could have been.
I never gave into the fact of feeling butterflies and seeing fireworks until I felt your fingers through my hair and your mouth upon my body.
I never believed in love until I felt your eyes hypnotize mine.
Is it still too late?
Too much time and too many mistakes?
Because I still believe in the connection and I know you feel it too.
If I could feel my innocence lost in your touch one last time, maybe I could determine if it really is true.