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Morning Kisses

By Felista Estep SutherlandPublished 2 years ago • 1 min read

His smile warms my world; his lips connect with mine, our hearts dance, souls twirl, we're entwined. Lightest of highs as I'm given lazy Sunday morning kisses as he stares into my eyes. I set my coffee down; his hands pull me in. Life is perfect now, here, kissing him.

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Felista Estep Sutherland

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    Written by Felista Estep Sutherland