It has been so long I had nearly forgotten. Sex gets so much front page attention these days, by my super-charged little self as much as anyone, why on earth do we let it eclipse the exquisite wonder of the first kiss?That moment when you first realize that a kiss is where you're headed. The quickening of your heartbeat and breath. The first touch of a hand or arm, the nervous swallow, the lean and then... the kiss. The unfamiliar lips against yours. The smell and taste of a brand new person. The introduction, the tentative exploration, then that delicious moment when the unfamiliar becomes familiar and you just let go and get lost. Your empty places are filled. Every thought that is not about his lips, his tongue, no longer exists. You fall completely into it and could not come back up for air if your life depended on it. Because in that moment, that kiss, and that kiss alone, is your only reason for existing. Enveloped, intertwined, and happily consumed.
How could I have forgotten? And why the hell would I ever want to do anything else?
1 comments:
Very well said, Emily... Amen to that!
Oh how I love the first kiss!! I often sit around think about my first kisses. I was a kissing slut, I just love to kiss. The emotion of it all, drives me wild.
How sad that we forget and lose the excitement as we get older. Every once in a while, I get the kids off to bed, grab my husband and throw him on the sofa so we can make-out like teenagers. (In true LDS style, we dry hump because I tell him he doesn't get any sex.) Not as exciting as a first kiss, but great none the less. Those were the days.
~Caryn
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