Unfiltered Thoughts

The last time I wanted to kiss someone was this second, I'm dying to feel your lips on mine. True Story.  The second last time I wanted to kiss a guy, was three weeks ago. I was on holiday in Durban. His name is Jordan, we were staying at the same B&B. His room was right  across mine. I spent the day with him, his stepsister and her friends lounging by the pool. He had gone with me to a salsa social   earlier that night and to his credit, he danced very well. Albeit it was not salsa, we danced. He twisted and turned me across the dance floor half the night and the other half he listened to me talk for hours. I talked, a lot, I talk a lot. It's 2 am, we are saying good night,  standing outside my door and he leans in. I'm thinking it's a hug, so I go in for a hug. At the very last second I realize he was going to kiss me. He's 18, a whole decade younger than me, I swear I didn't think he wanted to kiss me! Regardless of what my friend Dante kept urging

I met a Soul full Miss this December. She's pretty, sweet as icing sugar and very intelligent.  She felt like the stranger whose soul I knew before creation. Talking to her was like looking at my reflection in the mirror, my memory of the image is not the same as what I see reflected, different but the same. The conversation never stopped, there was not a moment that was not filled with substance. The walk up and down Virginia Beach lasted 3 hours. She could have finished my sentences but she let me complete them. She's a wordsmith you see , she understands the value of words and expertessing yourself, the validation in being heard.  I found myself in the words she said, like I see myself in her poetry sometimes. Very few people understand me, she saw me. She's a kindred spirit, so completely different and yet absolutely the  same.  Her warmth and joy, the love she gives and her strength. These are the things I admire most about this soulful Miss I met. If