Breathe. Julea breathe.
One kiss does not make you forget how to draw breath.
Does it?
My lips part and air draws in quickly in,
But I still find myself gasping for air?
To be so unravelled, so undone at the merest touch.
I lose myself.
Or perhaps he is finding me?
Regardless, my blood approves.
And kisses are a better fate than wisdom.
