Give a man enough rope, and he shall hang himself with it. That is what I clearly have in mind as I decide to show Isabella how one can love someone and not wanted to be with them, for this brave marine has just planted his lips squarely on top of hers.
She still tries to speak, but I suddenly cover her mouth with mine and make her stop. Unable to contain myself anymore, I pull her into a fiery and passionate kiss. All my thoughts are obliterated, and the world gives away. It is a sensual dance of lips...but this...I want more. I slip through her lips and entwine her into a deeper kiss. Then the kiss starts growing greedier, our mouths are locked together, and it feels like I am walking on air. Nothing around us matters, it is just me and her engulfed in this moment, in this perfect kiss. After what seems for more than a minute, we finally pull away.
