By Paige Aoki
You take your first kiss under an azure sky and discover love is the taste of coffee on your lips. Or the feathery touch of fingers on an overheated brow.
Your eyes meet, you clasp hands, your fingers sticky from melted ice cream, and you think of love as a name spoken with a caress of tongues in a sugar-sweet mouth.
You’re twenty-five, and the grass smells fresh and pungent where it crushes beneath your back, the shape of you pressed into the springy green blades.
The river rushes in the distance, barely audible beneath the thundering beats of your heart.
the images are awesome!
Thank you!
Beautiful! I felt like I was 25 again!
Great story with evocative description.
Beautiful! Just like a wonderful memory, awakening the senses!
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Beautiful!
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The way this story is told through the senses makes it seem fresh and immediate. At the same time, it comes across as authentic to the emotion being examined rather than a mere list of sensory details. I call that good writing. Thank you for this piece, Paige.
Thank you!