Finally, he took my face and turned it to his. Our eyes closed lazily and out lips met. Soft mushy tongue against soft mushy tongue swirling playfully inbetween nibbles and breaths. I couldn't beleve it was happeneing. He was my angel at that moment. Every feeling of insecurity or hatred that I felt for myself was sucked away by his soft lips. But they would all come rushing back as quickly as they had left me.