I Remember My First Kiss

We sat cross-legged in the thick grass at the bottom of her garden, bare knees and toes touching, hair falling softly over shoulders as we hunched over our daisy chains.

The first was a chaste little peck on the cheek. I gazed into her eyes and saw warmth, happiness and sparkling vitality.

The second was a soft brush of lips. I returned her affection and was completely captivated.