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Passionate Kisses
Kisses–
the fog the glass
raise the temperature
kind,
lingering in her mind long after his last caress,
fingerpad on cheek.
Kisses–
change,
more affection than passion,
peck before work or trips,
friendship and respect grow,
–all good–
but, boy, she misses those kisses.
Sascha Darlington
Such a delicious take on the prompt.
Thank you. 🙂
Been there.
Yep. 🙂 Thanks, Maggie!
Sweetly Aged
Wine Kissing
Peck Here
Peck there
Peck MiSSinG
Ugh Bottle
Empty FiLL iT uP!
Thank you. 🙂
SMiLes..
Thank You..
My Pleasure..:)
🙂
Nice last line.
Thank you, Frank! 🙂
Great write Sascha! Love the internal rhyme of the last line – splendid… 🙂
Thank you so much, Rob! 🙂
Love the end!
Thank you so much! 🙂
It’s funny because it’s true. All good.