Kisses.

The shortest little story
You and me
Days of texts
And nights of kisses
Kisses filled with passion
Soft kisses on cheeks
Fingers laced
Shirt buttons
Undone
My hair blowing
In the wind
Your smile on
My every move
Laughter
Ringing through
Drunken memories
No, we weren't forever
Not written in the sand
Or sailing rolled up
In old wine bottles
But your Old Monk kisses
My smeared lipstick 
That look in your eyes
When you fell for my dreams
My naive notions
And soulmate goals
Bitten lips
Soft touches
Running down my hips
Bodies pressed 
Against each other
My heavy breath
On your skin
Oh, but baby
I remember those kisses
So full
So long
So soft
My feet off the ground








Dilz