my cliché

Me and him lock eyes and he uses his eyes to interrogate me. As i break the stare, he looks down at my lips, the choice is made. 

 Now in this moment, there were two options, taking things slow, not believing that i could be used in the same dirty way like a wasted body or just take the leap and follow my heart over common sense. 

 I followed my heart and committed to the one thing i was solely in control of.  In this very brief second, this split second in time, his lips touch mine and the whole world around us is muted.   It comes to a halt.  

The silence of the night even becomes noisy in comparison to our moment.  All senses obliterated just by one touch.  It was as if the whole world was on delay, just for this kiss.  

The universe had simply been waiting for this moment and to perfect it had told nature to slow down.  His lips, so soft, so harmless yet so full of passion and making me crave just a second more. 

 My hands involuntarily grasping his shirt in an attempt to bring him closer as if it was possible, his hands pulling on the sides of waist in the same attempt.  Our breathing heightened, and for a fraction of a second, i tried to comprehend the rush of adrenaline surging through my very being as his taste made me feel electric. 

 Thoughts colliding inside, against what my mind tells me and what my heart wants, that this right now cannot be real.  I felt sparks, heat.  The normality of the kiss is what set me aback, forcing me to think again without my hearts involvement.  I felt like i'd reached home, he just felt like mine, he felt like my movie cliché.