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The kiss reminded him of chemistry lessons in school, when if the right two elements were put together, they’d explode.
He had failed chemistry but he couldn’t deny the cliche fireworks sparked by her soft lips. The taste of sweet wine and spicy curry lingered on her tongue. He longed to taste more but no matter how close he pulled her it simply wasn’t close enough. She gripped the collar of his faded jacket, begging him not to let go. Her slight curls gripped his fingers as he slid his hand through her hair. Every inch of him ached to remain locked in this moment with her body against his.
The world continued moving around them but they remained unaware. In each other’s arms they fell into a state of suspend.
But even soulmates only come together to come apart. Soon the moment ended, her sweet lips pulled away and the world began to creep back in. As much as he wished to be lost in her eyes forever he knew his bus was rumbling to a stop. Much like she knew the clock was chiming and she needed to continue on her way.
As her figure turned quickly and faded into the crowd he realized he never asked for her name.
A little morning writing to start Friday