The last kiss is always the sweetest, for me it hasn't come but for River she has it a lot. The chased kiss when we're fighting. When she thinks she's going to die. Just when she says goodbye.
The gentlest is the kindest. The kiss on her cheek, the kiss that leaves faintest lipstick marks on my cheek. Just a touch of her red lips. River liked that, it was her favourite kind of kiss.
The passionate kiss is the longest. The kiss that claims her lips as mine. The lust behind our eyes, the way her arms hang around my neck, my arms snaked around her waist drawing her close.
The quick kiss is the one that seals deals and convinces her. The kiss that tells me if I'm right of forgiven. When I need her to do something for me, I let my lips meet hers.
The kiss that heals. When tears are streaming down her cheeks, when she needs a comfort. When she needs reassurance and love. She needs that a lot.
The kiss through the bars. The kiss that's hello or goodbye and I'm sorry you're behind the bars. The way she pushes her body against the, cold, metal. Wanting to be close to me, just like I want to be close to her.