A wish to kiss

I often find myself wondering the experience of a kiss. Do our lips simply meet, or do they engage in a delicate dance? Observing others, I see their bodies meld, their skin softening, and their lips joining in a seamless union. The air around them seems to transform into something more liquid, humid, and shapeless. But what happens when lips make contact? It's as though they set molecules in motion, a delicate ballet that ensnares them like a musical snare. I long for the warmth that can fuse me with another person, to feel my breath cascade down my spine. It's not necessarily a lingering kiss that I desire, but a mere brush of the lips. I'm curious, what would the friction taste like? Iron, perhaps, since it's the same vital substance that courses through both our bodies.