Kisses...Kisses...Kisses

h is hands run along the small of my back squeezing my skin between his
fingertips
i glide my mouth across his face searching for his lips
they are cool and sweet beneath mine
my body smiles at this marvelous accident
and i wish u were here to secretly stare while we listen to the rain
and tonight i will go to sleep with a hole in my heart

-Becky-

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