Kissing is the main course, not the appetizer, not the warmup, not the drinks and let’s see if we’re hungry later. Kissing is the bonfire, not the kindling, not the crumpled newspaper and long match struck, wind-protected and shaking. Kissing is the point, the whole point, and there are few things on this shining earth better than a good kiss, a kiss you know wasn’t wasted, on lips that know their way around yours.
Kissing is so underrated. 😘
Damn. I love this.
Magic. Straight up magic.
Great subject, made me smile.
For seventeen years, the husband has tried his absolute best to kiss me by surprise.
Routinely, I am shocked by his choice of strategy, when to make a run for it, or what hair's breadth between words in a conversation he’ll find satisfactory to jump-scare me into a kiss. There has only been one, truly successful supplanting where I was blind sighted by the bilabial fricative..because I can always hear the perfect way he inhales, just enough for his purpose, and he knows he’s lost at a game of his own making because, still, almost two decades in, I cannot keep from swallowing a squeal and a satisfied hummm while a prepare my smile for better things. Nevertheless... I adore every single attempt and welcome any and every change in the game-plan thereafter.
I pray he never stops trying to ‘steal’ first base.