In kissing cheeks there is a sweet sense of nurture, and so it is part of our family culture, our greetings and our farewells.
As he sleeps I place a kiss upon his cheek, a moment to feel his warmth at my lips before the day begins.
With a kiss from his daughters upon each cheek he was the happiest papa in all of France.
We kiss cheeks as if we are friends, and we are, but in each other's eyes we can see this is so much more.
Elliot's lips alight on my cheek like a dew freckled petal caught in a breeze, so soft and with the smallest hint of coolness.
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