A kiss on the top of your head.

I think about the colour of your eyes, the colour of your skin, the shape of your mouth when it smiles, the curve of your cheeks, and the mischief when you look at me out of the side of your eyes.

A kiss on the forehead.

I contemplate your neck and shoulders. How your ears are shaped. How lovely your collarbones and shoulder blades are. The fragility, grace and strength there.

A kiss at the top of your ribs.

The roundness of belly, ******* and bottom. The curve of your back and hips and the shape of your thighs.

A kiss on the tummy.

The lushness of you under my palm. How can your ***** be described as anything other than pink and sweet, and the way your hips rise when I touch you, or tongue you - endearing? Demanding and vulnerable at the same time.

The ticklish place behind knees. I think of your legs: Calves arched, feet flexed, and silly toes spread wide.

A kiss on the top of your foot.