You should be kissed and by someone who knows how.

Kisses, even to the air, are beautiful.

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.

It wasn't that long, and it certainly wasn't the kind of kiss you see in movies these days, but it was wonderful in its own way, and all I can remember about the moment is that when our lips touched, I knew the memory would last forever.

Kiss me, and you will see how important I am.

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