Scaling your kisses
Scaling your kisses By Gerlie M. Uy My Chile, I was all right with almost anything but when I tasted my first kiss of you, you set the record straight: I kept on remembering you afterwards. Every time I tasted any kiss without your heat, I am initially all right, and then remembers that I miss you a lot. I have to have you beside me, with your halved naked body soaked in sweet sour liquid. The intensity of your kisses varies while I can only choose to kiss you back within my lame limits. You come to me usually in shorts and sometimes dressed long, in interesting shades of bright colors and sometimes just plain green, in usual subtle fragrance and sometimes just none. You have lived a thousand lives in the fields of the Aztecs and now in almost all tropical regions, but still, even after one kiss after another quick one from you, as well as many more that followed thereafter, I wonder why I still can...