Pink lips coming down, calming all senses and sensory. Refusal of being apart, a joining, intimate. Regretful kisses, always searching for the real thing. Accept no substitutes, no imitations. Cheek-to-cheek, top of the head, forehead, hand, clavicle. Wrapped up in love and tenderness. What about heartbreak? A tear wets cheek, strolling, scrolling, rolling down to meet the mouth. Wet goodbye kisses in the dark. Too choked up to say goodnight. Something about being in love makes you feel like you’re walking on roads made of sunshine. Weightless, heightened perception. Kiss on the back of the neck. Giving and receiving. More than Valentine’s Day. More than marriage. More than a big deal. Longing.
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