Like Butterflies Slow Dancing
G R E E C E
Our
Lips
Met
And
Pressed
Longer.
Our lips met like butterflies slowly dancing together in the middle of an absolutely beautiful garden filled with a wide variety of flowers that absolutely smelled like true paradise. As soon as I felt his lips pressed on mine, even if we were not moving our mouths, an immediate spark of passion erupted between us as there were these twirls and swirls inside my stomach as if a hurricane was growing slowly and slowly no matter how hard I tried to calm myself down. It was no use because this moment was absolutely nerve wracking for me.
After a little period of a nice, innocent ten seconds kiss, he softly withdrew his lips from mine. When I fluttered my eyes open and proceeded to look at him, he took a slow,
