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Thursday, January 21, 2010


He kisses me with wild abandon.
He kisses me with joy.

Every kiss is open mouthed.
His wet tongue searching for
the warmth of my skin.

A sloppy wet kiss on this cheek.
A kiss on the other side.
Back again to kiss the first.

He kisses like no other,
this boy.


  1. My son kisses with his teeth. I am torn between cuteness and intimidation.

  2. These kisses are the what life is worth living for! Everyday I cherish the kisses, the warmth, the hugs, the lying in bed with my little children, and it almost depresses me, thinking that one day I won't have this anymore, that they'll be grown up. Seriously - I think I'll need some therapy when they're older! Beautiful post.