What is the nature of that kiss that goes beyond more than acquaintances but has not yet evolved into the passionate kiss of lovers?
It is the first kiss — the one that takes place in silence.
As the Universe holds its breath and stops turning for one brief moment, two hearts find a common heartbeat for the very first time.
Lying underneath the black sky, with tiny pin pricks of stars as witnesses, they barely touch. Perhaps a crooked finger or a relaxed hand resting on a thigh.
And then without thought, without agenda, without expectations their unfamiliar lips brush together. The exquisite torture of anticipation finds temporary relief.
The kiss is a beginning, or perhaps an ending, but angels weep as they watch the ecstasy of two hearts, minds and bodies opening in perfection to god.
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