Where It All Began, by Munira Sayyid

If I could, I’d go back to our first kiss. I’d watch that silken thread pull us closer. My wild heartbeat stirring dormant dreams as they waltzed around me. I was drowning in your eyes, blessing each magical breath flowing between us. My lips were seeking yours, aching to trace patterns of desire. In that moment, before our connection transcended any earthly feeling I possessed, I stood with shuttered eyes; naked as a baby, handing you my world.

I’d marvel at that moment of absolute surrender, taking note of your nervous sideways glance and slight hesitation before you kissed me.