Kisses

Kisses, late in the evening
all day, really, but the golden hour
illuminates every dark lock of your hair
the soft kinks and curls flush against my hands
which gently cradle my everything
sweet, delicate kisses
in between the fleeting moments
of giggles and sighs, and the booming shouts of need
I intentionally forget to put you down
Because all too soon
I will never pick you up again

Photo provided by: unsplash-logoBarbara Alçada

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