The first time we kissed, 

You initiated it. I'm so nervous (I Think) And You… 

You wanted me, So badly. 

To hold my hand, 

To feel my heart beat, 

To touch my lips

I haven't kissed in over two years. 

I lost count; 

a blur of lips, 

and tastes, 

and people who never mattered even then in a fruitless 

attempt to find a pair that rivaled yours. 

And, it, was….. Wonderful. In the morning, 

You asked if it was alright, May I kiss you again? 

What I said, was yes. But what I meant, 

was that in that moment, 

I realized that yours are the only lips I could ever want for the rest of forever

cause sugar, remember...

you.. 

Forever

You always be....

my weakness