First Time

I've been thinking about the first time that you kiss me… my hand shaking as my fingers caress your cheek, my body trembling with anticipation… four years of longing or twelve, depending on how you measure…

Forty seven…

Thinking about the first time that you call me baby… my heart stopping in my chest as a tear rolls down my cheek. Wondering, could it be? Could it really, truly, finally be?

Of the first time you tell me that you love me… my soul soaring from my body, up past the clouds and the moon and the sun and each and every one of those billion and one points of light in the night sky, until feeling your fingertips against my cheek, wiping away that tear, calls me once again back to myself…

I've been thinking of you, baby… thinking of how I love you, how I always have, and how I always will. And thinking of kissing you, just kissing you… your body trembling no less than mine, your heart caught in your chest, and your soul twisting itself around mine out there past the stars, out where the galaxies collide and the void binds…

My god, do I love you. Like I was born to do it. Like my soul's only purpose in this existence was to find yours and wrap itself around it as my arms wrap themselves around your body… and our lips press together… for the very first time.

My god, ⭐️. I am so in love with you.

Yours.