kissing you

I thought about kissing you today, and yesterday, and the day before that. I know I’ll think about kissing you tomorrow, and the day after that, and some more days after those days. I think about kissing you, slowly, and tracing my fingers along your lips. I think about kissing you, in your car, in the rain, on your doorstep. I think about kissing your dimple, your cheek, your spot. I think about kissing only you, not anyone else, just you.