Sometimes. . . It's in the look. It's in the way eyes speak across rooms. The message clear and deliberate. Sometimes. . . It's in the touch. It's in the whisper of fingers on skin; the grip of hands on moist flesh; the caress of cheek against chest. Sometimes. . . It's in the voice. It's in the hushed sighs and raw groans; the playful giggles that merge seamlessly into passionate moans. Sometimes, though,. . . It's in the kiss. It's in the soft of lips as they trace sentiments warmly against mouth and tongue and body and soul. . . Sometimes Words can paint the pictures; the kisses on the canvas of paper as if skin and, therein, lay the origins of this book. I give you. . . Soul Kisses