No, not some perverted bison reference, although a few choice puns come to mind. When standing in the meadow, apparently waiting for time to stand still, cause the wind damn sure won't.... I realized that there would be a moment when the sun would crest the hill almost directly behind me. and give me just a touch of the sweet nectar of golden light raking gently across my cresting flowers - just before its full blown sunlight.
Thats the First Kiss.
Come to think of it, it still kinda sounds perverted. Maybe its the tequila.