“Rescue Kisses.”
Poem/Story Written by: Devon Natasha Roberts
Whenever I laugh out loud, but feel sad and just plain miserable in my “inner core”, I feel like I need your “rescue kisses” from those succulent lips of yours.
I feel the need to stare into those beautiful Georgian pierced baby blues so that you may realize how much I need them to sensually be upon mine.
I yearn for them just like I yearn for your warm embrace; your strong arms around me —
Your luxurious dark brown tresses fall gently towards my face; me using my tiny fingers to graze and stroke every strand back slow and carefully —
To passionately kiss your lips softly before you “send” one more, creating it to be a tiny bit harder, allowing me to feel my heart pound in my chest, pressing myself into you —
Feeling the warmth of your breath as it flows evenly within mine —
Opening my eyes to gaze lovingly into his baby blues as he briefly ended the kiss; slowly looking at me, flashes a warm smile as he takes my right hand, intertwines it with his own —
With me smiling back in response, I watched in love as his long, beautiful eyelashes looked down at it and began to softly massage them gently; kissing my fingers one by one as I sensually closed my eyes once more.
“Wow…. This man’s so completely amazing. I feel so lucky and blessed to have him as a part of me. Could this be forever between us?” I couldn’t help but wonder as he continued showering his love for me while him and I were alone together.
“Getting lost with me, I reckon?” I heard him ask soft and gently in his Southern accent as he now took a good look at me; so lovingly.
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“Hmm?”
In response to his question which was just a murmur, he swiftly gave out a tiny chuckle which made me smile winningly at him, only making me want his presence even more.
“Hey, hey, Mr…. Mr. *Jones*, you’re such a tease.” I stated as I recognized his boyish charm as I continued being within his manly embrace.
From that moment, I knew that he was nothing but playful, and I really loved it.
“So, what’s a simple cowgirl such as yourself wanting to be with a country boy like me?” he asked, allowing me to think that I could treasure someone special; only himself.
“I don’t know….”
“You don’t…. Know?”
“Nope.” I managed to say, matching his playfulness he had towards me. “I just…. love ya.”
“Just like I love you, too. There’s no doubt about that.”
“You’re telling me.” I replied, another smile flashing around my lips, my brown eyes dancing in delight. “The feeling’s mutual, I guess.”
“You guess?” *Jones* asked in his Southern tone of voice; teasing me once again. “You should be able to know.”
“Yes, I DO know.” I responded. In the end of all this, I began to know how much I adored this sweet, handsome, boyish, as well as him filled with absolute charmed man, and at that point, I felt REALLY lucky to be his.
— The End —
