Moment Before.
There's a blade that cuts through my fingers as i spill these words, so if they are stained of red, my dear fret not they are only your sweet lady's rawness.
I don't want to be stopped, so amidst the struggle i wish to pen this here.
I want to devour your lips, like there shall be no end. But i am well aware neither you nor time shall be in my possession.
So let me enjoy and endure this painful moment i have that shall last as a memory for another decade or two, or until i meet lips that taste soulful and serene and better than yours. But for now, let me cherish this moment, right before we kiss, the one second where i anticipate and imagine what you shall be remembered for in the coming second. This fraction of second where my heart finds it hard to hold in and explodes, even before we've met and locked. This one moment, shall be the frame captured through my soul's window. My dearest, kiss me then.
