First kisses
Perfectly cooked crispy bacon
Being brought coffee in bed
My kitty, purring
The scent of freshly cut grass without the noise of the mower/blower
Twittering finches
Babbling brooks
The warmth of the sun on my back
The air when I drive by the cookie factory
Fresh rain on dusty blacktop
Crescent moons on clear, chilly nights
Spooning in the dawn hours
The sound of my pencil on paper
Nutella, spooned straight from the jar
Crackling fires in Autumn
Being loved – despite all my faults
7 am Saturday morning – when I realize I have hours more to sleep
A new haircut
Holding hands
Spaetzle, fried crisp in butter
Nonsensical conversations in bed
Lindor Milk Chocolate Truffles
Napping to the sound of the washing machine
The very last center bite of buttery cinnamon sugar toast
Watering the backyard, barefoot, on a warm summer evening
Wind chimes in a gentle breeze
Sun-warmed tomatoes, straight from the vine


Your first kiss is so tender on my lips yet drives through my blood.  Can I convey all that is wrapped within this one pure act?  There’s the dance before the kiss: conversation about nothing, playful glances and toying touches.  We are both timid. Yet, the whole time, you are gently pulling, pulling me towards you with your invisible string, but I don’t move.  “Please”, I cry from within, “I cannot wait any longer”.  I try to resist the lure; I cannot look in your eyes.  And then, there is a slight stirring of your being and an almost indiscernible shifting toward me and your lips bewitch mine as I succumb. We’re pulled together – magnetized.  Don’t ask me for permission – I cannot speak now – can’t you see the answer is “yes”.  Kiss me and let me drown in your soft lips upon mine.  With your tongue, pull me from the center of my being.  I am dizzy; I am floating.  Electricity dances through my veins and stirs me between my thighs.  I am weak within your arms. Breathe your warmth into me. Where do I end and where do you begin, I don’t know, I don’t care – just let this kiss wash over me forever.