"I'm sick"
"It's ok.."
His hand moving up in slow motion, and I felt his arms beneath my waist, and pulled me tightly to him. He made no motion, and the world stopped with every frame as his face came close through every rushed beat of my head, thinking... thinking, and stopping.Waiting the chemistry to take place..
He kissed me. I was a statue. He kissed me and I stayed still.
Beat.
His lips kissed mine and there was no looking back. A kiss that was so precious, so passionate, so tender and so full of love. It was that moment my heart started to melt.It was a HARD-TO-DEFINE-KISS- more it moved me, the less sure I was where the kiss was. The more strength it had, the more trouble I had figuring out how long it lasted. All I remembered was that kissing was slow and dizzy..
His kisses were finally mine and no one else's. Our unspoken language conveyed how much we meant to each other. So much changed with those kisses. Our souls connected and a new bond was created. We were strangers at first, then friend, now lovers, what would be next? A kiss that had made me paralyzed will lead to the love that would leave a memorable mark in my heart.
To me, kiss is the entering of soul, coupling of the soul... not sex.
You write very well.