# 19 (66 words)

At first, and for quite some time, he kissed me- my eyelids, my cheeks, my neck, my forehead, my chin, my hair, my mouth- and those kisses were like the creak of a hammock, the whisper of bees, sunshine.

His kisses melted into my skin, softening my lips, becoming a part of me.

I cupped his face, looked into his eyes.

“This is the last time.”

comforts
© cahughes
03.21.14

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~ by c on March 23, 2014.

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