Kiss Me

Kiss me. Kiss my eyes. Kiss my lids and tell me you love me.

Kiss my forehead and run your fingers through my hair and nibble on my ears and lick my jaws and suck on my neck like a vampire.

Rub my shoulders and kiss my back and graze your nails over my skin and make me scream.

Kiss me.

Kiss me in the hovel. Kiss me on the floor. Kiss me in the shower.

Kiss me in shul. Kiss me at Pats. Kiss me at the corner of Pico and Robertson.

Kiss me.

Sit on my lap and put your arms around the back of my neck and look down at me and kiss me.

Surprise me with your love. Close my eyes and kiss me.

Dart your tongue in my mouth. Caress my lips. Nibble. Bite. Draw blood. Claw at my back and rip apart the skin. Punish me for my sins.

Tell me you can’t live without me. Tell me you need me. Tell me you’ll never love anyone else. Tell me you’ll be mine forever.

Kiss me.

About Luke Ford

I've written five books (see My work has been noted in the New York Times, the Los Angeles Times, and 60 Minutes. I teach Alexander Technique in Beverly Hills (
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