He kisses as if his tongue is infused with passion. I want all he has to give. I''d recognize him on a dark, stormy night. I only need three words to live. Plus those hands on me to feel as if the world is mine. As if destiny does exist. Fate is also alive and it''s here to grant my wish. I see awe in his kiss. But he''s a punishing wish. Reality never ends in realized wants. Might as well die now in bliss.