Kisses that are easily obtained are easily forgotten

These kisses... they were confessions. Tastes of everything she had stored inside her. Everything she could give a man if he was brave enough to accept. Kiss by kiss, she was baring herself to the soul.

Her heart was bruised by the kiss, smashed and surprised and unsettled by it. September thought kisses were all nice, sweet things asked for gently and given gladly. It had happened so fast and sharp it had taken her breath. Perhaps she had done it wrong, somehow. She put the kiss away firmly to think about later. Instead, she smiled at him and pulled a carefree mask over her face.

We kissed for about
the thousandth time,
No promises,
no demands,
Just solid rebuilding
of shattered trust.

Participation is easily obtained with Latin chant.

I think Heaven will be like a first kiss.