His kisses were like the setting sun
Kissing goodbye to the mountain tops
They left me feeling warm, soft
I melted to his touch
He kissed me slowly
Like he wanted to memorize
Every curve, every ridge of my mouth
Never rushing, he held me tenderly
The back of my head in his hand
His fingers scrunched up in my hair
Guiding me, leading me deeper
A soft nip on my lower lip
Sent waves of pleasure pulsing through my veins
He made me feel alive
Like I could feel not just my heart
But every part of me, fluttering
I felt myself move to his rhythm
I held his face in my hands
It fit perfectly
Just the way his lips fit mine
And that’s how I knew we belonged
His hand in my hair, mine holding his perfect face.
– R
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Beautiful. 🙂