The unimpeded kisses I received over the past three days linger on my lips. Your butterfly kisses gently brush my cheeks. Your smell consumes my nostrils. Your silky dark-brown skin continues to tickle my palms. My mouth salivates in anticipation of our next tongue-wrestle. My spine tingles as I recall the feeling of your breath in that space behind my ears. My skin warms when I remember the touch of your hands. I see your eyes looking into my open heart. I smile. You smile. We blush.