At night before I lay down to bed he is the last one that goes through my mind, he doesn’t just go through my mind, he runs, he races, my heart throbbing for his one and only touch. The soft tips of his fingers barely crossing my skin, tingling with the knowing of his body close to mine. The warmth, the pressure of his body, pushing up against mine, closer and closer our bodies join, not much closer can we get. Then, the kiss. Soft lips touch, I can feel his breath on the tip of my lips. The warm yet cooling, the tense yet relaxing, the heart racing yet heart stopping kiss that we share together, never wanting to end, but in a moment, its over. There is only one in this world that will ever make you feel this way, and now I have finally found mine. The worst part of me finding the one that kisses me and makes me warm yet cool, tense yet relaxed, makes my heart race yet stop, is having him, not even truly be MINE!