A full moon lights up the sky. It was on this day, exactly one year ago that it happened. The exchanged of your perfect kiss for mine. I can see it clearly now how the moon shone through the clouds in that yellow haze like manner that it always does on nights that the inevitable happens. I see you and me, sitting there side by side, basking I the moon light. Slowly, ever so slowly, you place my hand in yours. You gently bring my hand towards your face, you twist my hand gently until the palm of my hand is directly in front of your lips. Your lips, so warm, they gently lay themselves upon my wrist where my pulse is. Not just an affectionate gesture, a meaningful one. Wanting to be pressed at the very point that you can feel my life flowing through me. A gasp escapes from me at the very tenderness you have just conveyed upon me. I'm shocked, unable to react. You see this. You quickly but gently pull me in your arms. Embracing me with all your warmth and feelings. I automatically melt at your touch and the scent of you so near to me. I'm in heaven. You managed to take me there with you. Only Heaven in your arms.
