It was a kiss that I’ve been missing. A kiss I’ve been longing for. A kiss I’ve needed. A slow kiss. A long, deep, full of passion kiss. A moment of clarity, body tingling, stir up those old butterflies in my belly kind of kiss. A warm, body quivering kind of kiss. You made my heart beat faster as I parted my lips just a bit as you gently slid your tongue inside. It was a taste I’ve held in remembrance for almost a year. You tasted like familiarity. Then you kissed me on my nose, then my forehead, like you used to. Your kisses feel like home. It’s a warm, cozy, safe and secure kind of feeling. After eight years of you chasing me and two years finally spent together as a couple, you still make me melt with just one kiss. I will rest assured tonight, as I go to sleep with the taste of you burnt into my memory, that I undoubtedly cannot find a reason to let go of you. I will eagerly await the next time I get bask in the afterglow of your kisses. Until then, The kiss that confirmed everything is still lingering on my lips late into the night.