My favorite myth is and always will be the one that says, 'people have moles on their body, where they were kissed the most in their past life.'
I always feel so much loved when I hear it, when I see the moles on my body and I feel so grateful that, wow, I was so loved.
And maybe it's because of the way I perceive them, the way I form the moments behind them in my mind.
On the way top of my head: Tangled in bed, cooking together in kitchen, doing a task successfully, a little kiss on my head, a kiss of care and affection.
On my eyelid: Maybe when I was sad, maybe in my tender moments, he would kiss on my eyelid. And the thing is, you have to be gentle when you kiss there, you can't rush it and what's love if not to be gentle.
On the corner of my lips: I imagine its like when we are together in bed, hair all messed, his face on my chest, seeking a moment more before we jump into routine of life.
On the collarbone: The intimate moments, the soft lingering kisses which starts the undressing of me.
On the abdomen/ waist: It would be his lips running down my body, his eyes still on mine. As he would rain kisses on my whole body.
On the inside of my wrist: The respectful kisses, the 'I am grateful these hands are mine to hold to' kisses.
On my ring finger: The promise kisses, 'I am going to marry you' kisses, he is filling up that space with kisses until he puts a ring on their finger.
On my foot: The worshipping of beauty, he would massage my feet after long day and drop a kiss there, an announcement of devotion.
titsay
ellievsbear
vaporwave
gummygunk
turnnoffyourmind
andulkaphoto
