The first time when you kiss someone feels like the world has faded, faded away, far far away. Lips touching yours making a soft imprint because of their slightly different form, the softness or the rawness making you fizzle, leaving you wanting for more, just a little more. The wetness of a tongue softly caressing your lips making them part even if you don’t want them to, softly tongues start touching each other, overwhelmed with a light high feeling, only making you want more. The moment it ends you which that feeling again, but just like the world was, it’s now gone, faded like it never happened. Leaving you wondering if you’ll ever find that treasure all over. If you’ll ever meet again.