His kisses make me melt.
No matter what form or way they come by.
Sometimes they're sweet and innocent,
Sometimes they're hot and passionate.
They may come by complete surprise
Or may come at a certain look or gesture.
He seems to like keeping me guessing,
My look of surprise and happiness
Probably amuses him to no end.
His kisses may come at random moments.
It's like he's waiting for me to be off balanced
Before cheekily kissing me
And then saying something witty.
He seems to read me pretty well
To know that when I tilt my head back
He should drop a special kiss
Since it is after all, my shy request.
His kisses come in many varieties.
They differ in certain techniques.
Some designed for certain moments only
While others are for whenever.
Some are gentle and loving,
The barely there but grazing kind
That gives me an overdose on love
To the point where I'm about to burst.
These come in forms of butterfly kisses
Or those silly Eskimo ones.
He drops a kiss,
From time to time right on my forehead
And others right smack on my nose.
Oh sure, he kisses me on the cheek,
But more often then not,
He just tends to slobber all over.
Then grin like a madman,
Just loving my look of absolute horror.
Some kisses though, are hot and passionate.
You could label them as practically sinful!
He kisses hard and frantically
There's barely any time to breathe!
These mostly involve techniques.
How much French kissing to be done,
Just the right caress and pressure.
The nibbles and tugging certainly helps
But so do the quick licks.
Then there are kisses that make my breath catch.
The ones he just drops randomly on my neck
Or just along my shoulders.
Kisses that he places behind my ears,
The quick tugging on my ear lobes.
These kisses drives me wild,
They make me lose all my common sense.
They leave a certain shiver
And they certainly spice things up,
Ya know what I mean?
His kisses though,
No matter which kind they are,
Are always firmly latched to mine,
A perfect fit, just right to belong.
His kisses, they make my heart stutter.
Sometimes it even skips a beat.
With my air supply gone,
I even forget to breathe!
His kisses leaves me light-headed,
And not just from the lack of oxygen either!
They make me a bit dizzy
Yet with a certain surge of happiness.
All in all, his kisses are the best.
From gentle to passionate,
From silly ones to serious ones,
I love them all.
Hopefully he loves my kisses
Just as much as I love his.
