When you kiss me, part of my soul drains away, and becomes a part of you. And I feel you do the same, and I feel you become closer to me. I feel so loved, and I feel the escatsy that only you could bring. I feel I could cry, for I had stopped long ago, of searching for the perfect guy. And even as the moment ends, and our lips begin to part, I can still feel the pounding of my fragile heart. Now the kiss has ended, but the feeling does not leave, as I fall back into your arms, and begin to dream..