Kiss

I’m in Starbucks looking out the window at last night. We were in a bar after dinner listening to jazz. I leaned over the table, touched her face, and kissed her. She told me she loves the way I kiss her. I desperately needed to hear that. Her kisses are the best I’ve ever had. Her lips fit with mine like no others.

That is how it started. A drunken kiss, but a kiss to remember. That’s what made me ask her to go away with me. Us, alone.

We’ll travel together and lose ourselves in each other. And we’ll kiss. Lord, how we’ll kiss.

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Published in: on February 15, 2008 at 1:17 pm  Leave a Comment  

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