Little Flames

I kissed her. I kissed her slowly, and softly lingering on every flutter of her lips. I never wanted this moment to end. I loved her, I loved her so deeply that I was positive that what I was doing was right. When she pulled out of the kiss and gazed longingly into my eyes is when I saw it. I knew I wasn't imagining things. When she pulled out of the kiss, I know what I saw. I saw little flames, dancing around in the irises of her eyes