She smelt of stale cigarettes and beer.
That faint yet overpowering aroma of a night consumed by beer, absorbed into clothing, will forever be trapped within my nasal passages.
The scent of her skin was enchanting, it was as if the yeast extract from the beer had become ambient through her flesh.
I couldn’t help but inhale the deepest of breaths, traveling through my nostrils and into my brain, causing an endless eruption of warmth throughout my entire body.
I held my breath in for as long as I could before inhaling deeper with each new gasp.
Unsure of how long she would be next to me, I appreciated every moment of every movement her intoxicated body withdrew.
I ran my fingers over her contorted spine as she intertwined her culminating body with mine. An unseen electric shock jolted through my unsuspecting body, her arctic skin brushed against mine as she became comfortable within her position.
My eyes locked on her silhouetted, hourglass figure, illuminated by the minimal light that filled the darkened room.
Her heavy head shifted upward from my chest to my protruding shoulder blade. Her wonderful face now perched and in line with mine.
Intently did I stare into this girls shaded eyes, only could I see them glisten and the faint outline of her pupil, I couldn’t decipher where the colour ended or began.
I couldn’t comprehend how deeply I craved this girl, all I knew was that my desire was constantly there and it could no longer be avoided or ignored.
Some unknown emotion and thought clasped its tight grip around my brain and it became clear what had to be done.
I seized the sides of her face with both hands and at lightening speed I drew her in closer until her lips collided with mine.
My tongue danced behind my teeth as our lips connected like some form of puzzle finally placed back together correctly.
Her blunt tongue teasingly pressing against my lips, parting them ever so gently. I couldn’t control the muscles in my face any longer as I allowed her full entry into my mouth.
Our tongues flicked at one another as our kissing became more intimate, more passionate.
It was then at this point that I realized that from our very first kiss, I knew I never wanted to kiss another set of lips.
