I closed my eyes and I could feel butterflies in my stomach. I was dancing with someone who made me, as we danced slowly, feel so connected physically. Our bodies brushed against each other as we moved together, barely turning, but holding each other as if we never wanted to let go.
His arm was clasped tightly around my waist as we swayed in sync. My head pressed against his chest and our hands and arms held together in proper waltz form until we could stand it no longer…We looked at each other and he released me and both arms came around my waist. I stood on my toes and placed both arms around his neck. Now we were cheek to cheek. I could feel his breath on my neck. His arms tightened around my waist.
Our bodies were pressed together and we moved as one. The connection was perfectly fit. I could feel my heart beat faster. I remember the connection was as if we were plugged into the same socket. It was a perfect connection.
He lifted his head away from mine then leaned in towards my lips. A touch of our lips meeting for the first time was as light as a feather and brief. His lips were moist and tasted as sweet as honey and our lips had just touched briefly. ..we separated our bodies momentarily and looked into each others eyes. Like magnets we were drawn back together.
His lips touched mine again. This time he just pressed his lips ever so lightly on my bottom lip…a light kiss. He drew me near again, our bodies pressed together. He leaned down and landed his lips directly on mine, and I responded. We pressed together fully embracing each other once again with lips locked together.. I I had heard the term “lip lock”, but had not known the meaning until then.
He held me tighter. We kissed and kissed and kissed. Our breaths, our bodies, our living souls became one for a time. The world could have stopped around us, the earth could have shook and the music ceased. We could not. Our arms kept trying to hold each other tighter and tighter.
It was forever. It was but a moment in time.
I heard someone brush by us and whisper in his ear, “Keep your timber limber son.” I had no idea what that meant at the time! He released his arms from my waist, and there we stood holding hands. We had not realized the music had stopped and everyone was standing there looking at us. We both smiled. Then we looked at each other and began to laugh….which started everyone laughing!
We clasped hands. A light kiss and then we said good night. It was magical moments in time.
When I got home I told my mama about the evening, just as I have written it. I ended the story with “Kissing – yum yum!” She looked at me smiled and said, “Go to bed.”
Years later she shared her thoughts with me about that night so long ago. You were crazy about that boy, and when you told me about that first kiss and the feelings you had, all I could do shake my head and say to myself – “God help me, I am in trouble now.! This is my fourth grade daughter’s response to her first kisses at a birthday party!”