Sunday, January 8, 2017


Were your kisses always so gentle?
Like butterflies fleetingly touching my lips
And then over, and over again
Freely bestowed, as if they cost you nothing
And yet, leave me richer with every touch
This must be why I had fallen for you
In the first place
Your kisses leave me content
That, in this moment

I am right where I should be.

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