I have kissed him already many times.
But this kiss, was a first.
Perhaps even a different feeling.
Sometimes he kisses me like he really wants to have me.
I have had one time that he kissed me and I could taste that his mind was somewhere, where he shouldn’t be.
Some kisses of just that we needed to kiss, a quick goodbye or a ‘we’ll text later’.
The click of the door, falling behind me, is what I still reminisce.
This time his kiss tasted comfortable.
Of course we had kissed already many times.
I can’t tell if it is time specific of that we have been together or just the recurrance of the happening of this kiss.
That it was comfortable for him to kiss me.
Or that he just had a comfortable kiss.
However, it felt like it was a comfort, that he was glad to see me.
Like he always does.
I can see it in his eyes.
And after, he doesn’t know how fast he wants to start fucking me.
He thinks I am really beautifull.
I have to admit.
But when it comes to my senses and the men that I kissed.
Perhaps it is even something more spiritual.
I have had nervous kisses, someone that didn’t wanted to kiss me and even a kiss that tasted like he really likes me.
I get it, men are unable to pronounce their feelings, luckily I can abstract these feelings from their kiss.
As interesting as this is, it gives me a taste of what kind of kiss really belongs to me.
Not a feeling or thought that makes me wonder.
Just something that I am collecting with all the men that I have been kissing.
You can call it a cabinet of rarities.
One that is safe with me.
However it is intented, so I keep looking, till I find that one kiss, that says.
‘Will you marry me?’