A Thief of Kisses

So soft and slightly firm
A breath and slightly longer
My lips parted so slightly
Chaste and yet loving

I may have sighed
If not I meant to
I may have wobbled slightly
Or I felt that I had.

You paused just having lifted
Your lips from mine
You would have returned
Had I not glanced away shyly
I wish you had.

Now every day in every way
I can
I steal a kiss from you.

I find I cannot forgive you
For pecks that do not satisfy
But when you savour
I am alight with expectation

But I fear no kiss you can give me now
Will be as that one.
But I can and will never fault you
For trying over and over.