It's funny to think I hadn't kissed anyone in nearly two years
The feeling of having lips pressed against mine again numbed me
A rush of primal emotion crested and receded within at the sudden warmth
I blinked back tears at the rediscovery of human need, human touch
How did I let two years of my life go by without kissing?
I think deeply on this question after the tide of emotion ebbs for a moment
Suddenly, I remember that my last kiss was a kiss of soul-wrenching agony
It was when hope winked out of my heart like a feeble parafin lamp
I was afraid that my next kiss would feel the same as my last
Two years I spent in a self-inflicted seperation from my need
Two years I spent isolated and in pain that I never knew the extent of
Until now...
So, I let the next kiss overtake me completely, and it's wonderous :)

-David "Dingo" Bleecher