Thursday, March 17, 2011

Day 164: Kiss me, I'm Irish!

OK I’m not really Irish, but what's a little white lie in exchange for a kiss?
Kissing. Is. Amazing.
Isn’t it?
I think it is.
It’s underrated.
A dying art in a world too quick to cut to the chase and cop a feel.
And if it’s done with the right physical appetite between the two kissers, well…
It can be transcendental.
The first kiss can be bliss.
Built up with a soft sexual tension.
Ample curiosity.
The shyness, the newness, the spark.
That first time you both lean in with intent.
Foreheads close.
Lips an inch apart.
Breath shared.
Hearts beating fast.
That second before your lips are introduced.
It’s so short, but it feels like time has stopped.
Just to prepare for what comes next.
Then the lips touch.
And you’re lost in it.
The discovery.
It’s soft.
It’s urgent.
It's timeless.
It’s a gateway.
Silent communication at its boldest.
Worth the little white lie.
Don't you agree?


  1. Yes, kissing is underated. love the tune.


  2. Thanks for finding me, Olive. Will check out your site. Have a great day.