It's All Relevant

I thought our last kiss was supposed to be quick and unpretentious, but after the first brush of his lips, the fire surged up and roared through my belly. My fingers pulled him close, digging into his back, and his arms crushed me against him as if wanting to fuse us together. I tangled my fingers in his hair and bit down on his bottom lip, causing him to groan. His lips parted, and my tongue swept in to dance with his. Our last kiss was anything but sweet or gentle; it was filled with sorrow and desperation, the bitter realization that we could’ve had something perfect, but it just wasn’t meant to be.

~M