Owed to a Kiss

What a real kiss is to me

How I long for a real kiss.

To completely lose myself in an embrace, our flesh crushing one another as our lips meet, our tongues exploring indulgently, totally engulfing each other to a point past our physical existence. Completely absorbing each other in the moment, almost achieving a new level of consciousness; I am her, she is me, we are but a single essence, unable to distinguish between where our lips meet, and our Psyches separate.

How I long for such a kiss!