The softened feeling of chapstick against a cheek
Where pressed her mouth to brush me quickly in surprise
The slightly dampened paste stuck against my face
A stamp I never want erased
I’d treasure it like an angels touch as
It is an Angel
My angel kissing me
Leaving a piece of herself to seep into my lips and to redden my cheeks  
Leaving me floating in the wake
Of her ethereal bliss
Longing
For her simplest touch
Once again