Romantic Love. And. The Kiss.

I’ve been searching for the daughter
Of the devil himself
I’ve been searching for an angel in white
I’ve been waiting for a woman who’s a little
Of both
And I can feel her but she’s nowhere
In sight – The Eagles, “One of The Nights.”

I suppose it’s playing it cool to say that “I’m not looking…”  but I’ll readily admit, I’m not looking the other way either.

In that moment, where you take her face in your hands, look straight and true into her eyes, and move toward her ever so slowly.

the all consuming.  all enveloping.  all encompassing. feeling and emotion. closer.  as your bottom lips meet.  and gently.  brush against one another’s.  and exploring.  lips parting.  pressing into one another. gripping.

It’s the moment, for me, when all time stops.  And I’m lost.  In reverie. Everything else in the world goes away.  The concerns and the calamities cease to exist; even the things you are most excited about in life.  Because I’m lost for the moment.  In the moment.  In perfection.

I’m not talking about sex here.  But, the CONNECTION.  Sex is great.  Well, sometimes.  But that connection, where the feel of her face on your palm, your cheek against hers.  Your lips on hers.  And hers on yours.  There is nothing better in the world. Period.