Let's say you win a contest.
Your prize, to kiss anyone you choose.
I'd choose you.
A kiss from those familiar yet forbidden lips would be the rarest pearl of the ocean.
That kiss would lift me above the ground, leave my head spinning aimlessly in circles.
It's amazing the number of scenarioes that can play in one's head of a kiss.
Our kiss would be innocent, and pure.
Sweet and light.
Much like your freckles.
Soft flute music would play in the distance as you put a pink rose in my golden hair.
I look into your eyes, and you tell me you miss me.
I miss you too.
I close my eyes and it all seems so real.
I can feel your breath, I can smell your skin.
Slowly, and deeply, I take one last breath of you and draw away from our tight embrace.
When I open my eyes, I remember your smile.
We're so close.
























Yet so far away.