I said, "Kiss me."
That wicked, quirky, little smile immediately shaped her lips: that sure signal that she was up to something.
Raising an eyebrow, she leaned forward and, bypassing my mouth, began slowly, sensually, stroking my nose with her own.
I didn't know that Eskimo kisses could be so sexy.
© Osquer Campbell 2022 🌞❤️🌻
#kiss #microfiction
I ran to the door to wrap my arms around my love and press my lips to his. I held my eyes closed for a long moment, hitting my mental reset button as I always did when my world became complete again, in his arms.
© Osquer Campbell 2022 🌞❤️🌻
#kiss
I curled my tongue around the decadent dark chocolate and let it slowly melt. Then I sank my teeth into a rich, creamy bite of baked brie. I cleared my palate with a nibble of bread and then swirled deep red wine into my mouth. Completing the perfection by resting my head against his shoulder, I smiled up at him. He bent his head, and I closed my eyes as he kissed my wine stained lips.
© Osquer Campbell 2022 🌞❤️🌻
#kiss #microfiction
Any part of you
touching any part of me...
is always a kiss.
© Osquer Campbell
9 September 2022 🌞❤️🌻
(for Mr. C)
#haiku #kiss #poetry #poem
A herd of
cumulonimble
pachyderms
wafted by
on their way north,
leaving rainbows
trampled
into puddles
like so many
oil spills
in their wake.
from the Twitter prompt #vss365 #north
She couldn't quite feel his lips against hers. The powder got in the way, but they did taste sweet. She decided to serve Tarte Tropézienne for breakfast more often.
© Osquer Campbell 2022 🌞❤️🌻
#kiss #microfiction #breakfast
She folded me into her arms, resting her head against mine, kissing my hair.
She sighed, "Did you feel that?"
"You mean that little pop inside my chest. That sensation like when two soap bubbles meet and the barrier between them vanishes and they become one?"
"Yes."
"Yes."
© Osquer Campbell 2022 🌞❤️🌻
#kiss #microfiction
The statue pictured is one of 12 in local villages by Lise Tatin.
Name of the statue: Giboulées (Showers)
Month represented: April
Location: Saint Poix
Effervescences of nature, love is at the rendezvous and youth is full of hope.
#AtFirstKiss 💋 Vol. 15
'Just A Taste'
Both with lips still greasy from pizza and with garlic scented breath we shared our first kiss.
© Osquer Campbell 2022 🌞❤️🌻
#kiss #microfiction #pizza
Watching your face come
back into focus as you
sit back from a kiss...
(for my late husband Jay)
© Osquer Campbell 1 November 2006
#haiku #kiss #poetry
#haiku
The end of the storm
comes, revealing stark softness,
a sky once more blue.
© Osquer Campbell 5 September 2022 🌞❤️🌻
#poetry #storm #weather
Nature: Sure. You want ice with that?
#nature #thunderstorms #rain #hail
blue skies and sunshine
thundering rain but the wrong
angle for rainbows
© Osquer Campbell 5 September 2022 🌞❤️🌻
#poetry #thunderstorms #rain
Everyone wondered why the cat always chose that particular landing to sleep on in the sun. It was because that was the landing where all the good smells gathered. That old soul with the bent tail that no one ever gave any attention to, no one except me the night I made fish chowder and it chose my windowsill instead.
© Osquer Campbell 5 Sept. 2022 🌞❤️
#microfiction #cats #flashfiction
When the sun comes out
from behind the clouds, it melts
the chill from my soul.
© Osquer Campbell
4 November 2021 🌞❤️🌻
I grabbed the tail of his jacket and pulled him into the cloakroom with a giggle. He laughed back at me and then buried his hands in my hair and pressed his mouth to mine. I surrendered completely to his kiss and sighed in his arms until someone showed up looking for their coat...
© Osquer Campbell 2022 🌞❤️🌻
#kiss #microfiction
I felt his hand on
my back. His mouth parted my
lips, and before I
knew where I was, I was lost
in tanka length fantasy.
© Osquer Campbell 2022
#kiss #tanka #poetry #poem
His gruff manners were somewhat odious to her ethereal nature. While he liked to shout, she preferred to whisper. He stomped; she tiptoed. He pounded; she tapped. He devoured; she tasted. But when he took her in his arms and pressed his lips to hers, all thoughts of a more delicate love disappeared and she knew the meaning of animal hunger.
© Osquer Campbell 2022 🌞❤️🌻
#kiss #microfiction
