*Isadora*
It was only a kiss. I keep telling myself that over and over, as I lay in my bed, and it is the last thought before I am pulled under, too tired to stay awake any longer and upon awakening I discover that they are still mocking me. Like the line has been burned into my brain.
It had been only a kiss in the same manner that a feast is just one dish or a storm is a single raindrop or a blizzard is a solitary snowflake.
It had been everything, all consuming, the brightest sun, the largest moon, a thousand upon thousand stars. It had been more than supple lips moving in tandem, testing, roaming, settling in. It had been tongues and teeth, sighs and moans. It had extended beyond mouths to include limbs and breasts and that very sensitive spot between my legs that had been straining
