Warm lips, a chorus of ‘Happy New Year,’ champagne and spiked fruit punch, Those sensory flashes remind me of my first kiss. Partying at my then-boyfriend’s house, his parents at a party next door, his father made the punch with a wink and a nod pointing out the chilling bottle of champagne
We spent the evening with four other couples, laughing, having a good time, and rocking out to Dick Clark. The kiss came at midnight, Rum-fruit punch moistened lips pressed against each other, a hint of lipstick a bottom note of flavor. It didn’t last long,Iit was, at that moment, perfect.
Let’s fast forward quite a few years, I shall not say how many. I like how young I feel. I like that I am in my prime. Although, when you are young and learning to kiss, bad kissers are much easier to forgive than when you are older. Why didn’t these people learn, I always rail to myself? Why am I forced to decide whether to school them or move on.
I hate to say it, but I’m not wasting time on someone that is older than me that cannot kiss. I don’t want to kiss someone that I feel necessary to try and push his tongue out of my mouth, instead of encouraging it to slide in. I need, crave, want tongue-on-tongue action. I don’t want someone that feels too shy to slide their tongue into my mouth. Or, worse yet, someone who will thwart my efforts to use my tongue in their mouth.
The most flagrant violation is a man that thinks that kissing his dog is training for kissing a woman. The most horrible kiss, ever experienced, resulted from a man literally licking me from chin to the tip of my nose. If I wanted a kiss like that, I would allow the dogs to kiss me that way. I don’t. Why would I let a man!?!
Meant to be a prelude to something more, kisses ought to tease, ignite flames of passion for more, not passion to murder. I want someone that is confident, pushing their tongue into my mouth as I would theirs. I want to bite someone’s lower lip, tug it out and then release it when I hear them moan.
If I inflame my partner’s passions wildly, I want to feel crushed in their embrace. I want to feel the strength of his arms around me. Swallowing my moans, I want him to ravage my mouth with his. Heat and passion from our kiss, I need it to make me feel weak in the knees. I crave the chemistry of our passion to make me want to unfurl for him, to feel his hands everywhere.
That is why a kiss is not just a kiss…If done properly, it should open and expand your horizons. If done horribly, it just goes on that list…you know the one I’m talking about.
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