She crawled her way to the top of my body that her tiny weight woke me up. She wiggled and shifted until her head was on top of my chest as she tried to get comfortable and get ready to sleep as well. Her small frame was irresistible as I held her with both of my arms. I traced my fingers along her back, going up and down, over and over along the smooth edges of her skin that felt so good to touch.
I flipped our bodies over and gently pinned her to the bottom. So close that I could not even see her face, just shadows, blurs and the smell of red wine that she drank a moment ago. My lips instinctively went in, kissing her lips gently. Just a peck at first then putting more pressure as time passed by. The sense of satisfaction was felt heavily on my lips, then propagated to my throat, and stayed at my gut like the feeling of butterflies in the stomach. I kissed her more and more, letting our lips play together for a while. I licked her tongue with my tongue and gave her one final gentle kiss before looking into her eyes while smiling.
We were young and in love. Trying to make it, trying to make this little bit of happiness survive. There was a love between us too deep to understand, it rises slowly from the depths, expressing itself in various forms. So in love that her heart rests within my heart, her dreams rest within my dreams, her story intertwines with my story. So in love that I am hers and she is mine. So in love that her lips are the only lips I could imagine kissing until the end of time.