Your kisses

"Oh, I need kisses from my sweet, sweet boy," I squealed between kisses and lumberjack squeezes. Judah giggled.

"And, oh, I need kisses from my sweet, sweet girl," I said. I rolled Selah around the bed and planted kisses all over her face.

After a thorough kissing, Selah sat back on her knees and grinned.

"They have to drain down," she announced. She made a motion from her mouth to her chest. "Your kisses have to drain down to my heart."