Slipping Into a Kiss

D arkness tinting green eyes, making them shadowed but still bright as forest-ebony. Matching the emotions drowned in the colors found on a vine of English ivy, crawling over fallen trees and boulder, and suffocating what is captured under its tresses. A strength brought from her mystery, her tragic silence, that keeps me settled here. Beside her, with my fingertips lightly outlining her cheek, I allow my eyes to trace over each shadow. To be sucked into the green depths of her eyes, so hidden to so many yet, open to only me.
A truth or a dare, the question was emitted passed my lips and I watched her with a child-like curiosity to see what reply I was to receive. Amusement tickled her facial features as she smiled with a hint of coyness. Possibly hidden for fear of being too bold and too rash. That fear was only partially with me, but a child façade never hurt to cover up any boldness that seemed too striking.
A dare. Simple or complex, my mind dwelt on this as I fought to come up with a request. Complexity was always a high aim that I almost always managed to target and hit with precise measures. Another kiss, this time provoking her boldness streak that I knew was housed there.
T he bed shifted when she sat up with ease, all the while my own dark eyes stared up toward her with curiosity; wondering whether she would let that boldness go with little restraint or keep it chained back in an iron box. She hesitated and I caught her nerves with slight amusement on my part but wished secretly she would let it go. Take her actions with ease instead of that moment of awkward hesitation. Did she question this?
H er hands slid into mine as she moved above me with her ivy-green eyes glued onto mine, with an intensity that cut through the darkness. Sensing the adrenaline rush building in my chest I closed my eyes and sighed. I felt her fingers lace into mine as she leaned forward with an almost patient sway of movement. Her lips pressed themselves against mine, surrendering beneath her with a kiss to remember.
She tasted of something not sweet yet not bitter, a kind of settling sweet that no amount of sugar can match. Breaths of short air intake tickled my skin but I felt nothing physical. Sliding my hand from hers, my fingers sought refuge within her golden hair with an arm around her waist. Spiraling from a world of silence with a thick heavy curtain over truth, finding myself in her arms where a whisper could mean so much. Understanding and a deep sense of trust finding itself as our foundation.
H ow deep can love go before reaching the core of it all? Tired with a heavyset lullaby, a bulimia of words were paused by a gentle gaze as I she laid back beside me. Surviving the tangle of ivy vines but poisoned with the sweetest bliss, so it pauses. But only to allow the lose ground to settle, so breathing and standing were capable.
S uch an amazing request was that dare that I so deviously concocted leaving us rendered in this way. Strength in such a weakness but here I am. Allowing myself to slip away, past toxicity. 1

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