Monday, April 24, 2006

Are lips passe?

I enjoy kissing. I like it a hell of a lot actually. From the lightest of brushes across the nape of her neck to electric, universe-evaporating "DearfuckinggodsIhavetoes" lip-locks. If she has a nerve ending that will fire in delight, I want to find at least one way to deliver a kiss to trip it. If I have skin there, it's a good bet I'll be enjoying the caress of her lips.
It was one of the first things I ever really embarked upon with a girl. I can remember that first kiss. The flurry of emotion. The hope I was about to discover something wonderful. Praying she wouldn't think it boring. Halfway afraid that some adult was going to discover us in the midst of our explorations into pre-teen snogging. I was more anxious that we'd be caught before we managed to try it out.
In the grand scheme of things, the kisses weren't earth-shattering. They were downright chaste compared with kisses I shared later in my life. They were the cautious, oh-so-gentle bumping of mouths of children on the edge of something new. But at the time, it was like discovering dinosaurs living in my house's crawlspace. I will always remember my daring partner and the purity of those moments.
It was years later that I had my first open-mouth kiss. Few things can compare with the maelstrom of impulses that unleased within me. I was aware of my skin like never before. I don't think I could have lost focus on where every last molecule of her form rested in relation to me. My pulse was a shockwave following shockwave. I was trembling and the more I tried to stop, the worse I shook. Even today, when something sweeps over me deep enough, I will find myself trembling. I would have sworn we only kissed a couple times, but by the time we broke our embrace, we were prone, clothes askew, and the movie we were ostensibly watching was three quarters of the way gone. It was sheer luck that we were composed before our friends, one of her's being possessor of the living room we had succumbed to dark humor serrenaded smootchings, returned.
Over the years, I have enjoyed the good fortune to have kissed a fair number of people. Fates willing, I'll get to kiss a few score more before I shuffle off this mortal coil. Some were OK, some dismal, some remade the universe anew with each bus of their tender lips.
There are few things that can be shared with another human that are as flexible and varied in my opinion. Any emotion can be conveyed. It can be as innocent, friendly, lingering, sexual, sensual, loving, and/or intimate as the givers desire. Kissing is widely known and enjoyed, but no one ever shares exactly the same as someone else. It can be a serious "on" button for me.

It a real shame that the closest adult movies or magazines can seem to manage is the the two people slapping tongues at the furthest they can manage to stretch. "A tongue like an electric eel" should not mean duelling morays at one foot. A well executed kiss can capture an audience, a bad one almost demands mocking. The last thing that someone should think upon starting a porn flick and seeing the actors kissing is "Oh yeah that reminds me, I gotta rebalance the clothes in the washer."

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