A Thousand Kisses

I once thought there was only one place for a kiss,
but on you, I found a thousand—
along your neck, down your spine,
soft and slow, hungry and deep.

You were made to be kissed,
to be tasted, to be known.
My lips follow the map of your skin,
learning every curve, every sigh.

In quiet moments, our hands speak,
tracing fire, pulling closer,
breathless whispers filling the space between us.
And when we finally come together,
bodies tangled, lost in the heat,
it’s more than desire—it’s knowing.

Heaven isn’t far away.
It’s right here, in us.