We kissed in the tiny apartment for hours. It was like I couldn't get enough of her and there would never be enough of me. Her taste was pure, sweet, clear water that quenched some deep dry place within and dissolved time around us so that when we parted the clock was a measure from a land we did not even know we had left.

The next day my lips were sore and the thought of the reason made me laugh. And I wanted to go back for more.