How often have I wondered.
Thought.
Dreamt.
Fantasized.
About kissing you.
Touching your lips to mine.
How would it feel,
that first kiss.
Would it be soft,
like rose petals.
Sweet,
like honey.
Or would it be . . .
deeper,
passionate,
elemental,
like a storm.
Would I feel disappointed,
because the reality,
pales,
compared to the fantasy.
Or would I pray that you'd never,
ever,
let me go.
Could your reality,
be more amazing,
than even my sweetest dream.

January 1998