Kisses

His lips, his eyes, his hands, his hair.
The way he looked at me, the affection, the way he touched my skin.
The spot where his neck meets his face, at the jaw. Man, I wish I knew a word for that spot.
The power you feel when you kiss someone there, when you tug on their hair.
To be so at ease with someone so easily, no fear just touch and talk and eyes that melt into me. I love when you can kiss someone easily, fast and slow without awkwardness where your mouth doesn't betray you. You slip easily into rhythms with no trepidation, no balking, no awkwardly trying to force or be forced. Just on and on and on....
Time well spent surely.