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K is for Kissing

June 11, 2014 by Heather Cole

The first thing he does when he comes home is hold me. His arms envelope me in strength and security, and he rests his cheek on the top of my head while I settle myself against him. Our time together has taught me where I fit best, and my body instinctively moves so that I can touch as much of him as possible. The excitement of his arrival smooths into contentment as my breathing slows, his heartbeat strong and sure against my ear. My hands meet at the small of his back, and I sink into the moment. His lips brush my forehead, my ear, and he kisses the curve of my neck. His lips brush my skin like butterfly wings, the sweetest of kisses. As I press the length of my body against his, I wish that I could hold our moment in my hand to keep forever. Time slows, and we arrive in the moment together.

I am home.





  1. Joelle Casteel says:

    aww I love both of your comments on kissing 🙂 so perfect 🙂

  2. Maren Smith says:

    How very sweet! I agree with Joelle. This was an awww post for me too.

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