Rainy day and a Sunday

What's in a kiss? If you were within close kissing range of

A. An attractive stranger

B. A close friend of the opposite sex

C. Someone you've had your eye on for some time

D. Someone you've had a past with

E. Someone who you knows fancies you

...would you kiss them? Would you seize the kissing opportunity? I'm curious...I want to know.

Whether we succumb to smooching or letting the moment slip by, we know it can lead to more. More can surely be in store. After all, this kind of kisses are not the innocent ones we give to our parents. Nah ah...I don't think so. This sort of kiss can turn the key and get two engines rolling. It can churn the hormones. Fuels the passion. Ignites the need for both people to rip their clothes apart, devour each other, take on the night. Call it lust, the need to be pleasured or touched, the wanting to be physically close to someone, anyone for that matter. In this sense, a kiss is not just a kiss. I reckon this happens only if the kiss is a good one to begin with...after all no one gets turned on by a bad kisser, right? The night always always...intensifies things...And what happens after the kiss can lead to joy or bliss or something you would wanna dismiss...because ultimately there's got to be a morning after to deal with and the night before to digest.

However, the way it feels like to wake up beside the one you love...beside the one that lights up your life, the one that beckons to your heart, the one you want to be stuck with voluntarily for all eternity, to the one who can set you moving to their sweetest song can be unexplainably beautifully fulfilling...and you'll know what you've known all along that yes, you do love them. It's a confirmation to yourself and to the one that owns your heart. This is an instance where 'I Love You' can mean the most from you or to you...when you wake up to your universe...

Picture this. Two people opening their eyes to each other and just rolling about in bed on a Sunday morning where outside the rain is falling. Oblivious to the pitter-patter made by the teardrops of the clouds on the window pane, tucked under the covers, leaving the world behind in sweet surrender and embrace, they hold on to each other and become witnesses to their own love; satisfying body, mind and soul.

Correct me if I'm wrong but this scenario rates among some of the the things in life you just can't buy. There's no price tag attached it...no imaginable value to measure it's worth...

For it's priceless.