THE TASTE OF WINE ON YOUR LIPS

THE KISS

"Bata"

I squinted my eyes and pouted. "Would it be more nicer if you could translate it in english." i clasp my hands together at my back, trying to wiggle my move.

well, im... im trying to be cute.

y-yeah.

for him.

he should be grate---ful

"Child, then." He smirked and walked away.

the hell of this man!

gritting teeth, teary-eyes, while walking back and forth inside of my suffocating room.

"Urg!!!." i stamped my feet out of frustration and created a sound on the wooden floor.

"How could he do this to me?" I faced the full-length body mirror in my room.

"Do i look like a child? Im not a child anymore. I'll make sure that he'll regret what he said a while ago."

with so much fire in my hopes, that i do not know what im even thinking, escaping at 7 pm would be the end of me, but ill just make sure im done without the said blink of time.

As i slowly creeped outside of torment, i could i say, it's quite cold here, i barely see him, i couldn't even see him!!

where where where is he???

Their house looks dark.

My eyes grow in shock, my alarm is ringing!!!!

oh no, oh no.

It's time for dinner, i should hurry back, but as i run for my life, i bumped into someone, and we both fell into the ground, goodness, he's underneath while im above him.

how unfortunate of me.

i blinked twice and realized who's below me.

gracious, in the dark, he glows, his eyes sparkled, illuminating the shine of dearest luna, his lips, its luscious, I'll love to have a taste of heaven before even they could sentenced me to death and end up in hell.

I waited no longer, i put all of my adoration giving to all saints and heavens who heard my prayers, as his lips touched mine and it tasted like...like...

what the freak!!

I hurriedly get away off him. "Is that alcohol?" i asked myself. "You're drunk?" I spat at him who's still lying down, hardly to get up.

he sighed. "Your lips, a taste of morning sky in the middle of the night, seeping the sleeping soul inside me, an angel who lift me into the highest possible imagination." he uttered. "It's wine, by the way." and chuckled.

isn't it the same? i mean, alcohol...wine...

fuck.

my heartbeat.

My heart.

My heart.

i massaged my chest a bit. This is madness.

It won't stop pumping so fast. It might harm any cell of my organ if this freakcious moment continues!!

damn, his lips of wine is the most delicious first wine i have ever tasted, i love wine!

THE END.