lost soul

Kiss her slowly. Take your time, there’s no place you’d rather be. Kiss her, but not like you’re waiting for something else, like your hands beneath her skirt or shirt, or tangled up in her bra straps. Kiss her like you’ve forgotten any other mouth that yours has ever touched. Kiss her with a curios childish delight. Laugh into her mouth, inhale her sighs. Kiss her until she moans. Kiss her with her face in your hands. Or your hands in her hair. Or pulling her closer at the waist. Kiss her like she’s the brightest star you’ve ever seen. Kiss her like the first and last piece of chocolate you’ll ever taste. Kiss her until she forgets how to count. Kiss her stupid. Kiss her silent. Pull away, and ask her what 2+2 is and listen to her say your name in answer.

Salvador Dalí, Sfumato, 1972  

“I can say with great certainty and absolute honesty that I did not know what love was until I knew what love was not.”