Tis (almost) the season

Normally I despise celebrating Christmas before we’ve even carved the Thanksgiving turkey. But today was grocery day. And as I always do, I had to restock my addiction supply. I didn’t even realize which bottles I absently picked up until I placed then on the counter. A subliminal early Christmas wish?

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The Perfect Kiss

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Looking down into her eyes

One hand brushes her hair away from her face and neck, followed by the other

A palm on each cheek and jawline, cradling her head

First, a brush of the lips, and another

Then he consumes her mouth, wrapping his lips all the way around her

His tongue explores, then invades, dancing with hers

He presses his lips firmly against hers, taking and taking

But giving by taking

A hand moves to her shoulder, her back

Another moves to her hair…or her neck

The intensity shifts and increases

He disconnects long enough to change the angle before diving in again

Taking her breath with the kiss

Her lips feel swollen, tingly when he is finished

And she has no choice

But to lean into him

Until she can stand on her own again.

Kiss

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Okay, I’ll have to disagree on the whole “better than a thousand kisses on the lips” idea.  But…there is something about a tender kiss on the forehead that just says…”I am safe and loved.”

The Kiss

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She is lying in her bed alone, gown bunched around her hips, hugging the 6’ long pillow that has been a part of her bedding since her first pregnancy, when her belly was too large to be comfortable.  Now it provides a whole different kind of comfort.

 

Still….she imagines being on her right side, propped up on an elbow, watching him sleep.  Hearing the soft inhale through his nose and little puff of exhale through his mouth as he lies on his back, right arm by his side and left hand resting on his chest.  She imagines tracing up and down each of his fingers with hers, drawing around his hand like a child draws one of those Thanksgiving turkeys.  The hair on his chest tickles her fingers, and he stirs a bit without waking when she brushes her hand over it.

 

She watches his adam’s apple move as he swallows, and she sees his tongue flick out to lick his lips.  Her hand is drawn to his face, where she uses her fingertip to touch his lips.  They purse slightly, and she stifles a giggle.  Then she traces the whirls of his ear, tugging a slightly at the lobe.

 

He opens his eyes and turns his head, smiling sleepily.  “Whatchoo want baby?” He said, stretching a bit but not moving his hand off his chest.

 

“I want you to kiss me,” she says, blushing slightly.

 

“You do?” He smiles again, this time with a twinkle in his eyes.

 

Bolder now, she wiggles her eyebrows and feels her eyes dilate.  “I do,” she says, her voice dropping half an octave.

 

Now he rolls to his side, and his right hand reaches for her.  “You’re so sexy,” he says.

 

“I am?” Her eyebrows raise.

 

“Oh please, you know you are,” he teases as his arm goes around her.

 

She rolls onto her back and he follows, covering her. “Then why don’t you kiss me?” she teases back.

 

Then his face lowers, and he does.  Oh my…he does…