k / kiss
I want to kiss her.
I haven't wanted to kiss someone since her.
But I want to kiss her.
I wasn't aware of this until just now - right in this moment - sitting beside her in my lustrous car, heat cascading from the vents around us.
We've stopped at a red light, a streetlamp above us, its harsh light shining through the windscreen, illuminating her.
She looks ethereal.
Unusually perfect.
Like an angel.
And I want to kiss her. The thought shocks me.
We talked into the darkness.
I talked.
She listened. Replied to my questions. But she didn't ask.
I like that she doesn't ask.
Her words are rare, but when they come, my mind absorbs every last letter, pause and syllable.
I want her to speak more.
To move her lips.
I want to kiss her. To feel her lips moving against my own.
To feel her breath mingle with my own.
To breathe her in.
I don't know why. I don't think I should.
But I do.
I want to kiss her.
The feeling is so overwhelming that I have to force myself to look up - to her eyes. Her frozen eyes.
But it doesn't help.
They've changed. They're still frozen. But the ice has thinned. I am beginning to see through them now.
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