your kisses -
the ones that start at the cheek
and trail all the way down my neck
and onto my collar bones -
are enough
to make my knees weak
to the point where i
can barely stand

the feel
of your lips pressed against my neck
send chills -

yes, actual chills -

across my
olive skin

it's as if your kisses
were tinged with pure
ecstasy
that ignite
once they touch my skin

that would explain a lot;
especially my crazy addiction
to your gentle kisses

my obsession with the thought
of being so close to you -
skin to skin,
chest to chest,
heart to heart

just the thought of you
is enough
to get me
*high