Kissing My Boy
Steve came over tonight after work. I opened the door to his smiling face. I tilted my head and drank him in. He smiled.
"What?"
I shrugged. "I'm just looking at you."
He smiled and tilted his head the other way. "So, can we kiss, yet?" He pushed me back against the wall and looked me in the eye. I gazed at him, still for the moment, only our eyes moving, scanning, looking, waiting. I could hear his breath.
"I reckon we can," I said. "I'd be willing to risk it."
“You’d be willing to risk it?”
Our lips locked, our tongues pushed against each other.
“I’ve missed that,” I said.
“Me too.”
I had a fire burning. I was watching a dvd. He snuggled up next to me on the couch, we kissed for the first time in a week. He lay in my arms. I undid his shirt buttons, and slid my hand onto his chest. He nuzzled into me.
It was nice. He smelt good. He felt good.
"What?"
I shrugged. "I'm just looking at you."
He smiled and tilted his head the other way. "So, can we kiss, yet?" He pushed me back against the wall and looked me in the eye. I gazed at him, still for the moment, only our eyes moving, scanning, looking, waiting. I could hear his breath.
"I reckon we can," I said. "I'd be willing to risk it."
“You’d be willing to risk it?”
Our lips locked, our tongues pushed against each other.
“I’ve missed that,” I said.
“Me too.”
I had a fire burning. I was watching a dvd. He snuggled up next to me on the couch, we kissed for the first time in a week. He lay in my arms. I undid his shirt buttons, and slid my hand onto his chest. He nuzzled into me.
It was nice. He smelt good. He felt good.
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