The art of the kiss
I am talking about the sensuous kiss here. The one that builds like arousal to orgasm. No not one that ends in orgasm, but a kiss that follows the pattern of arousal to peaking to climax to recovery. Kissing just for the sake of kissing and passing time and being in the moment of enjoying kissing. All this is possible in a touching of another person's lips upon yours. A good kiss starts off tentative and shy, a mere touching of lips, then a slow burn to the discovery of what they feel like on yours "fully and completely" to quote a Canadian icon. There is no sloppy spit only enough moisture to prevent friction, no wide open cavern, no smashing of teeth, fast movements or aggressive tongues in this phase of the slow burn; there is no hurry. There is just the anticipation of more, the stalled moment when the kiss can set off a flood of hormones and horny feelings all with the feel, the sound and the taste of it. Just this and the art of how your lips move and follow the other set of lips. The kiss then becomes more and more heated, building. Maybe a little tug on the lower lip with teeth, just a light tug, a tease. Then the discovery of the tongue as it is introduced carefully, partially, not all at once not rammed - rather- willingly given, surrendered periodically, interspersed with moments of being full on passionately offered and received. All the while the tender flesh of the lips yield and surround yield and surround in rhythm to waves of physical stirrings in the body. This all taking place simultaneously and naturally with a turn of the head this way then that way to try out the positions, the gentle reach of yours or your partners hand cupped softly around the head or ear to pull closer because enough can't be given or received. Maybe a small cry or laugh or moan is added for effect or involuntarily just happening in the moment - in the art of it.
Terry was an excellent kisser, he had it all going on, I was lucky (when I chose not to squander his kiss). I remember fondly kissing like this, the addictive quality of it, the wanting it to never end. The hours spent just partaking, like a drug - it's rush of oxytocin leaving you a little high, mellowed, heavy eye-lidded and even giddy. Fuck I miss that, I regret all the lost opportunity, the not bothering with the art of kissing in my life. When you are married for awhile you lose the newness and the joy that comes with the art of kissing. I regret that happened in my marriage. Today I notice these things now. I see them all the time, couples greeting and leaving one another with the quick peck on the lips or the cheek. Stop right there you two, instead really kiss, really feel it, make it last. Who cares who is looking, who cares about the time taken to do this, it doesn't matter that the feelings will want to but will not end in orgasm, do it anyway. Partake in the art of kissing while you can. I don't want you to regret it later. I have been lucky since Terry's death to be reminded of this joy. But I want more I am not content to go quietly into the night. I wish to continue perfecting this art.
On that note, I also wonder if this is something we learn? Or something we are born to do well or not? I like to believe the former, that this can be learned, just like making love we don't start off as experts. We learn it with good teachers. I also wonder who invented kissing? Who discovered that flesh of the lips on another feels good and creates this rush? I looked it up once see here https://www.seeker.com/kissings-long-history-a-timeline-1767196852.html I love this and am left wondering what is a scientifically valid kiss? What kisses were worthy enough to make the 124 counted over the three year period? I'll wager it wasn't a peck, I'd like to believe it is the type of kiss I am discussing here.
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