All of my favorite kisses involve the eruption of spilled thoughts. The things we both know But reassure each other, My lips pressed against yours A peck the furthest from my mind. My face melts into yours pouring a sense of urgency A sense of need, Your tongue lost in my breath. Searching for another again before the current moment is over. Your tongue the ribbon gift wrapped in your lips Passionately unwrapped by the palm of my lips gripping yours. Inviting your body closer to mine The best kisses printed and tasted in reassurance My favorite kisses unable to speak, craving more of the sound of wrapping paper Being fondled and torn beneath us My head twisted in yours enjoying the gift of your kiss The roll of gift wrap half rolled off onto my lips