Kiss me now.

Bubbles of rosé rise to the surface as I look into her eyes. Slipping into those hazel irises, I take a sip from my glass to stay afloat. She’s adorable. I resist succumbing to the sweet pleasure of her lips while in the company of others.

We walk to her doorstep and she invites me in. She’s in the kitchen preparing drinks. As I admire the effort, I am taken aback by the curves of Britney’s back. She turns and smiles. I grab her hips and experience her volume through the soles of my palms. She utters something, but before it manifests into words I pull her closer.

Her initial kiss is a dart. She pounces on my lips then cocks her head back to assess my expression–bliss. She then slowly leans in for a melt of collagen and flesh. We stand in symbiosis. Her sways and swoops counter mine. A see-saw in balance with mouths moving between breaths.

We sit on the sofa and the remaining moments are a daze. I sing karaoke. Then she performs an acapella tune so warm my ear drums hum.

Slumber sets in so I return home. I close my eyes on our first date and sleep like a magnanimous king, dreaming of the infinite world we created.