When I look at your lips, I don’t think “I want to kiss you”. I think of the first ‘moment’ we had. When our eyes were locked in an intense gaze. That moment as my gaze dropped from your eyes, to your lips. In that moment I felt an intense passion. As I drew closer to you, your scent filled me. Your scent and your warmth. I could sense your softness, your kindness and the wetness of your mouth from inches away.