the future kiss.

My mind wanders to the memory of the sight of your lips – I must have looked at them a lot the other night. They were a light shade of pink, and almost matched the colour of your shirt. They seemed firm and gentle at the same time, and they were so lovely because you were so often smiling. I know what a kisser you are; I know what a kiss between us can be and turn into – and I want to feel those sweet salmon-coloured lips of yours onto mine once more. Could you see the sparkle of longing in my eyes, the shy lowering of my eyelids, the blush on cheeks warmed by the imagined closeness? Ah, how inviting your lips looked to me!