And then...

he kissed me. The second kiss was no accident. It's truly something in the saying; You should be kissed and often, and by someone who knows how. (Rhett Butler) That tall, handsome and beautiful man was kissing me. For a moment I was surrounded by his scent and the taste of him. His hard body, soft lips and strong arms. To let myself melt into him and this precious moment. My body will never forget. The sweetness of the dark night. Our intimate conversation. The easy feeling of being in company of a good man. To feel safe and slightly hunted in the best way. To hold back the urge we both was feeling into. To let the sweetness of just walking and let the moment stretch out.

I don't want to make stories in my head. I feel my own depth in the true yearing for him. I fully accept it and then I gently give it back to the flow of life. He knows where to find me. He know how I'm feeling. I'm relaxing into the imprint, the feeling and the knowing. Everything has it's own time. Deep breath