Do you remember the first kiss?
Stars shooting across the sky
To come to such a place as this
You never left my mind
She can remember how it felt that moment.
The way her hand felt like lead if he so much as brushed it.
A glance, a smile and eyes that seem to search for each other.
A gaze held. Cheeks burning.
Before her mind has time to compute the natural instincts of her body.
Their bodies move closer.
Their faces move closer.
Their lips touch.
She was sitting in a coffee shop in another country.
He was at the table next to hers.
An offer of a coffee.
A laugh, a flutter.
Love, her first
Or so she thought
An old friend
A catch up and a drive
Butterflied Tummy, Electric Touch
Linking up with the beautiful Josefa for Conversations Over Coffee – Conversations with Magic