27.2 13 I like to be kissed.
1. On the cheek by a messy little monster who calls me mother or the neat quiet one who does the same.
2. On the back of the hand in Court, when it could mean nothing or everything and the only ones who know are the one kissing and the one being kissed.
3. On a pregnant belly, for the reverence for the life that’s growing there and what comes of two people mixing and becoming something more and something different.
4. Under the Aurora Borealis to claim and love and hope and seal even if the rest of what comes is never quiet so sweet.
5. The brief kisses on the lips that are greetings and goodbyes and the things that words don’t quite capture.
6. The back of the neck while being held from behind, safe, protected, and desired.
7. A slow line down the throat while in bed, traveling to more forbidden places and teasing delicate skin, forcing the one being kissed to put some trust in the other.
9. The narrowing hollow between my breasts, needful and hungry, in the midst of other activities.
10. Over my collarbones and shoulders, mixed with nips and solid bites.
11. The small of the back over the bundle of nerve that are so often forgotten. One in a hundred ever really tries for it.
12. The sensitive spot below my ear, in a semi-public environment, nipping the earlobe.
13. Lingering and deep on the lips where I am least likely to expect it.
2. On the back of the hand in Court, when it could mean nothing or everything and the only ones who know are the one kissing and the one being kissed.
3. On a pregnant belly, for the reverence for the life that’s growing there and what comes of two people mixing and becoming something more and something different.
4. Under the Aurora Borealis to claim and love and hope and seal even if the rest of what comes is never quiet so sweet.
5. The brief kisses on the lips that are greetings and goodbyes and the things that words don’t quite capture.
6. The back of the neck while being held from behind, safe, protected, and desired.
7. A slow line down the throat while in bed, traveling to more forbidden places and teasing delicate skin, forcing the one being kissed to put some trust in the other.
9. The narrowing hollow between my breasts, needful and hungry, in the midst of other activities.
10. Over my collarbones and shoulders, mixed with nips and solid bites.
11. The small of the back over the bundle of nerve that are so often forgotten. One in a hundred ever really tries for it.
12. The sensitive spot below my ear, in a semi-public environment, nipping the earlobe.
13. Lingering and deep on the lips where I am least likely to expect it.