I’ve been kissed, but I’ve never kissed anyone.
Yes, there is a difference.

So I don’t want you to kiss me. I want you to lean your head in close to mine and look at me with your speckled green eyes.
I want to feel your sweet breath inviting me into your mouth.

Let me kiss you hungrily until my lips are chapped and dry. Let me feel your teeth with my tongue and laugh as I realize the pure bliss of knowing more than your heart.
-knowing your mouth, your neck, your chest-

Don’t kiss me. Let me delicately trace your lips and your arms and your waist.
Don’t kiss me. Let me raise the hair on your body as I explore my desires.
Don’t kiss me. Let me first kiss you and discover what it’s like to love with more than just the heart.