first touched me

electricity fled through my blood.

How is it possible to contain this much excitement?

I’ve had love before but not love like this.

His hands trace mine.

He smells like vanilla and comfort.

His eyes are locked on mine,

but I’m too shy to look back at him.

I’m too overwhelmed with butterflies; 

butterflies of easement and content. 

Our eyes now locking,

hands now locking,

he draws me in.

Our lips, 

now locking.

I’ve only kissed once or twice before

but this, 

this feels completely different.

It feels meant to be. 

I don't feel nervous or judged;

I feel safe and warm.

I love this feeling.