Every kiss begins with K
not the kind you steal,
but the kind that knows my name
before my lips ever speak it.
K like knowing who I am,
even on days I forget myself.
K like keeping my heart safe,
not handling it like something replaceable.
My name starts with K,
so my love does too.
It carries softness and fire,
gentle hands and a sharp spine.
Every kiss begins with K
kindness pressed into skin,
karma watching how I’m loved,
keys unlocking places I don’t let everyone go.
I don’t kiss just anybody.
I kiss with intention.
With memory.
With meaning.
Because when my name is spoken right,
when my heart is held steady,
every kiss doesn’t just begin with K
it belongs to her.
Kinnidy Ingram 01/26/26