I love kissing.
I love the deliciousness of it. The joining of lips, sometimes perfectly and sometimes exquisitely not perfect. The first kiss, the feeling that dances in your tummy like champaign from anticipation, the nervousness of that intimate introduction, its all so thrilling. The mingling of breath and lips, the stopping of time, merging of space, everything around you falling away into the void.
There is so much you learn about the person in that moment. Are their lips firm or soft? Is there intensity or hesitance? Shy, tender, bold, strong? Do they taste salty, sweet, or savory? There is an honesty you get from a kiss that can be masked in conversation. Even if the person isn't really in the moment, there are certain things you just can't hide when you are that close to another person. We all fumble our way along the road to the way we kiss. There is no guidebook, no flash cards, either you don't want your friends to know your lack of experience or you listen to the made up advice they give to mask their lack of experience. We all have our "technique" born out of trial and error.......usually many errors. The thing we did on accident that someone said they really liked, that one move we will NEVER do again (shudder), its all elements in the road map to now.
I love the difference between kissing someone you love and kissing someone you like. With someone you love it has such intensity, such emotion, such delectable lusciousess, you actually became dizzy. It is such a raw, physical and overwhelming exchange. With someone you like, its light, free, comforting and easy.
A kiss, a little taste of someone that you carry with you long after they have left you.
