kisser

Every day for a week, sitting in my idling car, saying goodbye without saying anything at all__he touch of his hand, his forehead pressed to mine, the way he brushed my hair out of my face, tucking it behind my ear. And still, he hadn__ kissed me. Not once. Nothing but that brief brush of his lips. I was beginning to go a little crazy.

Just one caress became a symphony of passion, insatiable longing, an unquenchable desire to possess.... Gasps... The sparkling touch, embrace make hard to breathe... A mere short burst of brilliance, explosive need...forbidden sweet... Beneath the warmth of a dancing rainbow summer sunset, slowly tuning into the magic night with the stars flooding the sapphire skies...the sacred emerald island wildlife listens to our song, played with loving fingertips, reflected in diving deep into each other's ocean eyes...

Some women have kissed__nd some are kissing__ lot of frogs, even though the very first man that they have each kissed was and is still a prince.

Okay, so anagrams. That__ one. Got any other charming talents?_ she asked, and now he felt confident.Finally, Colin turned to her, gathering in his gut the slim measure of courage available to him, and said, __ell, I__ a fair kisser.