The Devil's Fruit 🍒 The Kiss

 This isn't that kind of story. This is a story about the first time we kissed. Not your typical kissing stoy either.This is a story about trust.

 He longed for someone to hold. Someone to share this life with. He dreamed of the perfect house with the perfect woman living the perfect life until their days end. He dreamed of happiness that could wash away years of disappointment and sad endings. He dreamnt his time would come. As he walked down a lonely pier he bagan to ponder how giving up his dream would be easier on him somehow. In his aqua navy board shorts, he walked to the end of that pier and stared into the crystal blue waters of a forgotten place. 

 A little later, along the banks of a forgotten ocean, he stood at the end of the pier to throw his wishes of true love into the sea believing he would never find his dream of love and happiness when, she appeared. She was radiant. She looked like milk chocolate and secrets. The red sarong tight around her hips, the sway of said hips hypnotizing my desire with every step. The wide brim hat that concealed part of her face yet revealed all of her lips took his breath away. With her heels in hand, she sauntered down the pier like she had a mission to carry out. And as she drew near, the smile on her face grew. He couldn't help hiself but smile too. As she drew near his heartbeat races, his palms began to sweat for he knew she, was the one. When she arrived close enough for them to truly notice one another, she was leading her true love down the pier. He sighed deeply and had turned towards the forgotten ocean. When the two had their fill of pictures, they turned towards him and said, "It's a lovely day to be out, isn't it?" He knodded with a smirk and turned once again towards the sea.

 Moments later:

 A young woman walks down the pier with her umbrella and blankets and cooler dropping everything she had at lease twice. She was struggling, I gladly helped her out. She invited me to her solo picnic as she too spends a great deal of time alone. She enjoys horror movies, bad food and good beer. She's honest and funny but most of all compassionate. They sat there for what seemed like hours conversing over life, justice and the possibility of aliens when she kissed him. He wasn't ready but put forth the effort to reciprocate the same gratitude. Her skin smelled like wild flowers and spice. Soft. Elegant like fine silk, strong. I could not stop smelling her hair. Her eyes closed softly while her tongue danced wildly. She embrace me with a lonely heart. She was perfect.