Sass in Distress!
I need a kiss. I want a kiss.
A long, soft, gentle, loving kiss.
From a man with gentle eyes, skin and hands.
And strong arms.
Who smells nice, and kisses well.
Who gives me butterflies, warms my blood, likes me for me.
He would pull me gently into his arms, tilt my head back with a soft finger under my chin until I was looking up into his eyes, then slowly, deliberately, bring his lips to mine.
My knees would turn to water.
His arms around me would hold me to him, supporting me, leaning on me, supporting him.
A gentle sigh from each of us, as the kiss ends.
Eyes opening, finding each other, gazing with the soft warmth of a wintery doona cuddle. An understanding. A sharing.
No words.
