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我喜歡親妳

 我喜歡親妳

 

我喜歡親妳

在睜眼就看到妳的瞬間

在轉頭就要離開妳的前一刻

 

一天的開始和結束

都要用妳的吻確認

也許妳也想著親我

像熱愛糖果的小孩

妳也熱衷我們親吻時的甜蜜

 

我喜歡親妳在雨後的街上

路旁的水窪都倒映著我們的吻

連路人都會不好意思地繞開

 

讓妳在手扶梯上站高高的

因為這樣子妳的唇

就會不自主地被我親到

上上下下的電梯

常常就載著我們的吻

高高低低的展示熱情

 

我也會在紅燈時偷親妳

這是唯一希望紅燈久一點的時刻

綠燈亮起我會專心開車

然後細細品嘗

我唇上的妳的餘溫

 

夜裡不用任何照明設備

我直覺就可以摸索到妳的唇

尤其是在黑暗中

吻就是最溫柔的光

 

睡前的晚安吻一定最隆重

額頭、鼻尖、雙眼和唇

都要親過了一遍才能安然入睡

 

有時候睡前的親吻儀式

會一再重來因為妳太好親

我捨不得放過妳

 

就算在電話中

看不到也碰觸不到妳

我們的親吻聲

還是最美的音符

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