Kiss me like you mean it, take me in your arms and lose yourself in me, in us. Kiss me like it is the first time, you have waited weeks and days and hours and seconds for this one moment and now it is here. Your hunger for my lips against yours can finally be fed. Don’t wait another heartbeat, kiss me.
Don’t be unsure or hesitant, don’t peck me on the cheek or graze my lips with yours. Don’t leave me wondering what a kiss with you is like. Show me, make me know it, make it all that there is. Leave me in no doubt about your taste, your touch, your lips. Let them forever linger upon mine, imprinted in my memory. A kiss to be relived, a kiss to search for, to wish for, to live for. A kiss to always be remembered.
Kiss me like it is the last time, like you will never kiss again. This, here, now, that is all that is left, as the darkness closes in on us draw your last breath and spend on it me, on this kiss.
6 comments
Beautiful post Molly.
I could get lost in Sir’s kisses, and be perfectly content.
xx
ohh my girl, my lips are burning now! To have your tender kisses are all that my lips want. Excellent post…well as most of yours are. To have a British kiss…:)
Love the perspective of the photo and the lush words to go with it 🙂
*KISS*
Rebel xox
Beautiful writing as always, very powerful and moving.
Clever… but all I felt was glass. Love your image behind the lips, and I liked your thoughts on kissing.
Love this image and the story brought me back to a memory of a few kisses I’ve lost myself in.