Artful Kisses

He was fiercely passionate,
even the way he kissed was a thing of art ..
The touch of his strong hands,
his forehead pressed to mine.
The way he brushed the loose
strands of hair from my face,
tucking them gently behind my ear.
He could make me shiver with
just the lightest touch and
leave me trembling before his lips
had even found their way to mind.

I savored his kisses,
like the very last measure of wine..
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