she gave the perfect kiss.

i think that i had completely forgotten what it was like. or perhaps i never really knew. there was no doubt this time, she knew exactly how to kiss me. it was as though every nerve ending got individual attention.

how is it that she knew how to touch me just right? does she caress and hold the way that she wants to be caressed and held? she touched my hand with a light brush of her fingers, the tips tracing the tendons on the back of my hand. when she pressed her lips to mine, she held the back of my neck with a firm but soft cradle.

we lay next to each other in the dark. i slipped in and out of sleep, not knowing which was a dream and which was reality. when i closed my eyes she was there, just as i wanted her to be. when they opened, i embraced her to make myself sure she was really there.

i could say that everything changed that evening, but i think that things had begun to change when we first met two weeks before. it felt natural to hold her hand and kiss her lips. it felt like we had waited too long to do so.