She looked so innocent. But he knew that she had betrayed him. How? Don't ask. But still, those lips, those luscious, luscious lips. So soft, so firm, so kissable. He could never get by without them.
He gazed a final time at her, basking for a moment in the recollection of her warm sweet kisses, her loving promises. Then he said a last goodbye, his thumb gently stroking her lips as they parted.
He turned away secure in the knowledge that even though the relationship had ended her lips would always be his.
They would always be his to stroke, his to kiss.......his forever.... since they now lay lovingly nestled inside his warm but rather bloody jacket pocket.
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