ROUBEI-TE UM BEIJO!

Hoje aprendi uma coisa importante, uma coisa que não sei ensinar a ninguém. Nem tudo o que se sente se pode ensinar.
A velha canção diz que “A kiss is still a kiss, a sigh is just a sigh”...
But the singer is not right.
A sigh is not just a sight, you proved it to me.
Yes, a kiss is still a kiss, but it is much more.
É que... roubei-lhe um beijo... confesso. Chamem a polícia!
Não, não foi daqueles em que caímos redondos no chão, entrelaçamos línguas, desfazemo-nos em tesão.
But it was much more than a kiss.
It was a light kiss, a delicious touch of lips, an overpowering touch of tongues.
It was more like a first kiss, an adolescent kiss, immature, full of fear as it is normal in a first kiss.
And it was devastating.
The sweetness, the sweet taste of her lips, of her tongue, will remain forever and ever in my memory.
After all it was the first kiss.
My lips are still dormant, this dormancy is a memory of a lovely woman, my beloved witch.
A thrill, a shudder of all my body, nearly a faint.
A kiss that will stay in my memory more than the first touch of tongues in a spring day at my elementary school.
I learned today that a kiss is not just a kiss.
Especially a kiss that is a gift from a flower to a garden.
Thanks God you exist.
Thanks to you, my enchantress, I feel now that I exist.
Thanks to you!