When The Kissing Stops

I like kissing you;
My hand on the back of your neck,
Your face so close to mine.
I close my eyes.
Your presence fills me.
But I like it
When I stop kissing you.
I sit back and look at you,
Run my fingers 
Through your wild hair,
Stroke your cheek.
Let your smile fall upon me
As I take you all in.
I like it when the kissing stops,
And I can look at you.
It’s just you and me.
There you are.
It’s as simple as that.

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