I want to taste the salt of your lips
And fall into them like pillow top beds
Soft
They nurture me
Until I am too tired to fight it any longer
I want to kiss you
Soft and sweet
Hard and long
Rough until lips are blistered
Bruised
Hurting
The most intense aching behind them
I want to touch my lips to the warm skin of your neck
And trace my tongue is small circles behind your ear
Nibble your ear lobe
Nuzzle my face into that space between your collarbone and throat
I want to grab your face
I want to bite
To lick your lips
I want close my eyes and let you take me
Wherever whenever whatever
One single
small
Solitary kiss
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