They range in variation; beginning as a light peck and ending as a heated battle of tongues. Her lips are soft and supple in contrast to his thin, firm ones, but they lock perfectly with one another.
She is shocked by his tenderness, the way his tongue is almost timid to graze against her own.
He is overwhelmed by her aggressiveness, her teeth nipping at his lower lip with passionate ferocity.
He has never understood the reason behind kissing, but it is logical to accept his responsibility for his wife's needs.
She has never needed to be kissed so badly, but he never complains.