Please forgive me for the parts of you I have yet to kiss. I used to think there was only one place on the body meant for kisses but since meeting you I have found an infinite amount of places meant for my lips to adorn on you.
You were born naked so that I could clothe you with this affection. Kisses on places you'd never want your mother to know about, too sinful for the confession to her.
It saddens me knowing that no one had previously adorned you the way that you deserved but I am certain this task was meant for me. My lips were meant to graze across the landscapes of your skin.
