You kissed me once, and left me in a puzzled ecstasy.
You kissed me twice, and made me fall for you a bit more deeper.
You kissed me thrice, and filled my heart with a beautiful ache because with the third kiss I could also sense how it was the last sign of physical contact between us.
It kills me every time I realise that I will never get to kiss you again and that tactility would never be felt again.
