'Kiss me and kiss me again, for your love is sweeter than wine. How pleasing is your fragrance; your name is like the spreading fragrance of scented oils.
No wonder all the young women love you!'
~Culled from Songs Of Solomon 1:2&3 (NLT)
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Drussilla was completely lost as she stared at Reginald's serene face. His eyes were closed and his lashes were long and delicate.
His face was hard and smooth and his eyebrows were well carved and she loved it when he arched one in a questioning manner.
His lips were kissable and her eyes lingered on them for long.
Sensing her scrutinizing gaze on him, his lips curved into a cunning smile and he opened his eyes to stare back at her.
"You can always kiss me if you feel the need to, Beauty." He said in a deep tone and she smiled at him before leaning in to press her soft lips against his.
When she pulled away, she touched his lower lip with her thumb to feel the softness.
