Kissing, I miss kissing. It seems like so long ago I could just lay there and kiss someone for hours and have it go no further.

Kissing with smiles intertwined with laughter. Passionate kisses, soft kisses, aggressive kisses, and then those kisses that make your toes curl and your heart flutter, I miss those kisses.

Everyone forgets about kissing. It tells us so much. It tells us if the person is kind, considerate, caring or selfish, rude, and thoughtless.

The gentle brush of fingers across my cheek down my jaw to my neck, resting a hand there while being thoroughly kissed – yeah I miss just kissing.