Kiss

A kiss is such an amazing action. But what makes it so intense? Well there's the obvious closeness of bodies, the extra sensitivity of the skin around your lips, the feel of another's living breath on your cheek, the instant sexual responses a kiss can bring with it... And then there's something I like to think about when I think about kisses. This. When you talk to anybody, at all, unless of course you are using ASL, you communicate with your mouth. Every word you say, be it heartfelt, silly, or highly important, travels through your lips. Your lips become the passageway of every belief and idea you hold dear as they enter the universe outside your body. They shape us in the eyes of others almost as much as our actions do. Allowing another pair of lips to touch yours, bringing the thoughts of two souls together, is such an intimate expression of trust and acceptance that it becomes one of the most intense and basic actions we can use to communicate something as complicated as love.

The first time you kiss someone, people ask if you felt a "spark"... A special stirring in the pit of your stomach that is brought on by that new connection you've just boldly made. With J. and I, the first time we kissed, he was dozing in the pleasant June sunshine, and we were listening to our playlist, and I was staring at him, and I leaned down to kiss him, finally, after waiting a whole week of wanting to. Funny story, I kind of caught him off guard, as he was dozing off and wasn't expecting a kiss, but he eventually realized what I was doing and kissed me back. But there was no spark. Nada. Zip. And I was so sad and worried that maybe our relationship wasn't what I had hoped it could be. But the next time we saw each other, after the awkwardness of a first date had dispelled a bit, and we felt a little more comfortable... Not only was there a "spark", but I was thrown off my feet by the intensity of our kiss. It felt like an amazing connection between me and a soul perfectly molded to work with mine, and my stomach filled with warmth, and my toes curled, and my hands reached out for his face, and my heart started running triple time and my whole body screamed that yes, this was the right kind of kiss indeed.

As our relationship continued, kisses became more and more common, as habits do, and I was always afraid I would lose the intensity of that initial spark. But, with J., it never has. Every time I kiss him, the universe spins around me in a dizzying sensation, and he's the only thing keeping me on the ground. My body screams that I am doing something right, and that I should continue. Our kisses don't fade and we struggle to pull away nine times out of ten. The feeling of his lips on mine is probably the only thing in my life I've ever felt this confident in, that it is so right and perfect.

Have you ever felt this way every time you kissed someone? Were they / are they the one?? How does it feel when you kiss them after time apart? Let me know!

See you when I see you.
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