He kisses with passion and love, any time of day or night, on the street or in the house. Their lips want to unite in a sweet kiss. Eyes want to close, feel the soft touch of the lips. They are in love and nothing separates them. He kissed with desperation, with the pain of the separated souls. They kiss in the dark and their hearts knock at one. Kissing and biting.
They are so in love that each kilometer of them gets caught in their lips and hurts them. And their lips bleed and they are not next to each other to stop their pain. The pain is bitter, and bitterness walks on their lips ... and I'm not next to each other to turn everything into honey.
Even when the sun is raining, they still kiss. One in each other's arms, kissing slowly, dearly. And both kiss and still smile.
His fingers moved slowly on his cheeks and lips.
And her fingers moved slowly into her hair.
Their count is like this:
One - of the two hearts made one
Two - only two of them and so
Three - they have only three hands, because they always hold their hands.
Four - they have four eyes with which they can admire
Five have five fingers on each hand to caress
And their count stops here.
And the whole universe is just theirs. The whole Universe aspires to their kiss. The Universe is also spinning around them. In a sphere of crystal they would carry their existence. And she would always kiss her. He would also kiss on his hips and thighs, on his back and neck. Would kiss a lot. Under a dictatorship of love they would like to live and always kiss would want because their kiss is like the heartbeat ... indispensable for life.
