Reset Password
Reset Link Sent
| Blogs > MulleenofMelb > An exploration |
kisses knew
|
kisses knew Kisses knew Was not the first meeting, nor the third, and if they were dates, neither of us much noted them as such. We simply grew closer as the time passed, leant more of what was important, what made us laugh, and what made us feel weary and older than our days in this world. The common act of living, sharing the same hours, meeting and feeling comfortable. So the first kiss was not a surprise, it was a natural conclusion to the time spent together, even if it did excite in all the potential which a first kiss carries between two people who have grown to know each other, perhaps even understand each other slightly. It wasn't the greatest kiss, there was no sudden swooning, or explosion of passion. Then again first kisses rarely are. There was a taste and curiosity as to how these lips would feel, and might taste, would they be dry, or wet, or moist, or cling as if magnetised. It was not our first kiss, individually we had kissed many others, many times; with differing results in different places at different times in our lives. We had kissed first loves, and second loves, had fogged up car windows, and missed the majority of movies, and held others on street corners, propped against walls and fences, and in the small booths of cafes and crowded bars. Celebrated birthdays, new year's days, anniversaries, successes and even failures, with a kiss. Kissed hello, goodbye, welcome, and farewell for ever. Our kisses had seen all shades of emotion, and found places in our hearts, and marked the transitions so often from idle play to something more seriously enjoyable. So this kiss was not new however, as with all first kisses, it was unique as tried to kiss without overwhelming, kiss without restraint, kiss freely without thought, kiss with though for the other, note the pressure they applied, if lips went up or down, a hint of tongue or not, eagerness in the meeting or softness or hardness or disappointment or too much restraint, or bravado or completed anticipation or shyness, or if kissing with eyes open, or shut, or if eyes close in act of kissing. And this first kiss hints at what may await. A friendship doomed to quietly wither as a kiss shows some strange mismatch not observed in all those other weeks, all those other ways of knowing someone. Or a friendship to continue as that, so matter a fact, the decision made in touching lips that there is care here, but not that something more, that something unknowable till found, unquantifiable till held, which distinguishes the gap between the act of caring, and respecting, and the act of love giving and love receiving. Perhaps instead there is a bloom, a new tension, an itch which must be scratched, a feeling of warmth in veins and heart and body and skin which spreads and ignites the pilot light which shall remain lit through thick or thin, through good or bad, through summer, winter, spring, or Autumn; through all of life itself. A first kiss can carry that much weight. Or that little. Can soar or sink, can make you desire another long strong drink, or can make you wish for another kiss. Longer, slower, deeper, allow you to sink into that welded lips seeking lips bliss. As did this kiss. A seek to taste again, a something noted and which had then swiftly alluded. A sense of collision of time and place. The world had not stopped, but for a moment, a tiny infinitesimal moment it seemed to pause or slow. So lean in again, and kiss, again, and learn the way the other kisses. Find the lip which should be sucked, find the way the tongue explores, or needs to be brought out. In kisses seduce past the shyness, reawaken and manage the ardour, and vigour, and passion. Not on first, or not on third, or not on a kiss which was counted, feel the feelings change, be beyond the simple joy of kisses shared, to time shared, to more shared; as kisses deepen and kisses track and kisses explore the map of soul, world of who you are; this great impact on each of us in the world, when first these kisses shared. Thoughts in sensual pleasure to erotic writing writ. Feel free to travel - click - to my blog: An exploration introduction |
Become a member to create a blog
