Thoughts..

Kisses kept are wasted;
Love is to be tasted.
There are some you love, I know;
Be not loath to tell them so.
Lips go dry and eyes grow wet
Waiting to be warmly met,
Keep them not in waiting yet;
Kisses kept are wasted.

 ~Edmund Vance Cooke

Can you feel them, Love,
Softly touching your cheek
Tracing the lines of your mouth
Trailing down your neck

Can you feel them slowly tip toeing