First Kiss

I had only just met him, that Easter morning. But he captured my heart at very first sight. He was everything I had ever envisioned, soft dark eyes, long lashes, short hair nicely kept. I tried to remain aloof as I sat on the sofa, sipping my cola, but kept watching as he wandered the living room meeting the holiday guests.

When he finally tired of that he sat down quite near me on the sofa and I could feel the warmth of him sitting so close to my left arm.

It took all the nerve I could summon but I finally turned to him and looked deeply into those languid brown eyes. He was looking right back at me, in a bold sort of way, and we simply were transfixed like that for several minutes.

Finally I felt this must be destiny, no one in the room mattered except this attraction, no one in the entire house were of importance except for the two of us. We leaned together, and I could feel his breath becoming my own. We moved as one, both wanting, both needing. Our mouths met, our moist lips brushed together for a moment which seemed to be eternity. He had won my very first kiss.

Sadly, as we each drew away, my older sister yelled out, "Hey Mom look at Linda! She just kissed junior's live pet rabbit right on his mouth!"