When you arrived at midnight, July 11, it looked to be another great night of conversation and kissing, but as the hours wore on, our looks and words peeled more layers off and i let myself fall slightly. i have not fallen all of the way, but i see now that i could.
Navigating the physical is not as daunting as it used to be, but is not without reservation; your confidence assured me, your smiles comforting. My hands found you warm; soft; trembling; assured. And it is still the kissing i enjoy most.
It is too easy to say that you are a burst of light since my downfall, but not too much to call you seraph from now on.
