When We Listen

I've been behind these walls so long I've forgotten where I've placed the key. The handle rumbled once or twice but no one curious enough to see has ever opened the door, took a look inside, and found me. Who holds the key that fits this lock to open said door and love me?

There was that time you kissed me. That day you held my hand. When you wrapped your arms around me. Kept me from falling down. Your gaze glued to mine. Your smile so tempting Those lips waiting You pulled me closer ~ I slammed into your chest. My heart beating in rhythm with yours. Your hands slide down my hips. Our fingers entwined then your lips on mine. So much learned from the  beginnings of a kiss.