Spring

Flowers blooming, opening up to the sun, letting out the fragrant smell of their insides. Oh, what a lustrous time spring is! The air is fluffy like cotton, a gentle touch to the senses, an invisible cloth that blankets us. Kisses stolen, kisses thrown out generously, breath against skin, breath in quick intakes, taking in the smell of another, hands grabbing and pressing another body against ours, trying to fill up all the empty spaces. Collapsing limp, chest heaving. Laughing makes it worse, but you cant help yourself, you are giggly to the bone. Someone tickling you.