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Headstall's Reflections - 78. Chapter 78 Kisses
An indulgence, written in the middle of a long night...
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Kisses
It’s the kisses I miss the most
Always hot and often scalding
The sharing of breath and taste
While lithe fingers caress my nape
My knuckles softly tracing your jaw
And the stubble bordering the softness
Of lush lips made to be suckled
Happily parted with gentle probing
Our tongues dancing with passion
Fueled by love and familiar joy
Laying claim with equal offering
In sublimely intimate duels
And oh, the sounds we would trade
Whisper-soft sighs and low groans
The slow revealing of serene eyes
A blend of fire and peaceful rain
Those kisses were my nourishment
The touchstones of my crazy life
The last one a promise of the next one
Pledges… until our time ran out
I miss them so much I wake with need
There is no substitute to take their place
Nor a balm for their long absence
Only quicksilver dreams of your lips on mine
—I wonder if you miss our kisses as I do—
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