Your kisses are my favourite.

The ones that are soft and short,

Bring a smile to my face.

The longer ones, make my heart race,

Making my knees weak, and I have to hold you close as not to fall.

The almost desperate ones are the strongest,

Needing to be closer, needing to feel the softness of your lips upon my own.

The ones that land beyond my lips,

Traveling across my skin.

Burning with passion,

Leave me trembling with anticipation.

With every kiss I'm weak in the knees,

Left with butterflies,

A stupid smile on my face,

And an imprint on my heart.