Kissing

I originally wrote this blog post whilst camping in the Annapurna region of Nepal. I am going to post what I wrote, and then add some to the end. Hope you enjoy….

Let’s start with the definition of kiss…

verb
[with object]
touch or caress with the lips as a sign of love, sexual desire, or greeting:
he kissed her on the lips
[with object and complement]:
she kissed the children goodnight
[no object]:
we started kissing
Billiards & Snooker (of a ball) lightly touch (another ball) in passing.
noun
1a touch or caress with the lips:
a quick kiss on the cheek
used to express affection at the end of a letter (conventionally represented by the letter X):
she sent lots of love and a whole line of kisses
2 Billiards & Snooker a slight touch of a ball against another ball.
3North American a small cake, biscuit, or sweet.
Oxford Dictionary

The act of expressing desire and passion for another. Kisses can be strong and passionate, very heated, backed by strong desire. Or they can be soft and gentle, there is a longing for more, but little is more.

He approached her and placed one hand on the small of her back and the other on her neck, ever so lightly. Before she could speak, they were passionately locked in an embrace and kissing one another as though this was the last time they would taste each other’s lips.

by Erica Jan 12, 2005

Urban Dictionary

I never really thought about the importance of kissing, it was just something that I did.

I kiss my children, and, at the moment at least, it is still on the lips (unless one  of them has a cold sore). Although, occasionally, the boy will say that only boyfriends/girlfriends can kiss on the lips. He was once said to my Mam, after kissing her on the lips… “Don’t tell your boyfriend” (referring to my Dad). But recently, he has started to kiss like an adult. Pushing so hard into you, that both our teeth touch. And once, he even tried to French me – ewwwww. Thankfully, I have managed to get him out of this habit.

I’ve been thinking about my most memorable kiss – and I was surprised by the one that I remembered the most. It wasn’t the 5 hour make out session (remembered solely due to the length, not the quality), it wasn’t any from my marriage or the relationship that lead to that, and it wasn’t from any of my previous boyfriends.

It was the one that never came to anything. I can remember that he was kissing me good night, on the cheek, but I moved so that it was more. His hands were on my shoulder blades, from underneath my arms, as my hands were on his shoulders. It was slow and soft, a little tongue, with eyes (usually) closed. Maybe a minute in length, definitely not longer (although it may have felt that way at the time). And the whole experience resulted in a text message saying “I’d hate to think of you kissing anyone else the way you kissed me that night” But there was no follow through on it.

*This is the added bit, since Nepal…*  But there comes a time when you have a kiss that, although you may not remember the specifics, you know that all you want is to be able to kiss that person everyday. You want to be able to wake up and fall asleep, knowing that that kiss belongs to you, and you alone. And it doesn’t even have to be the full on, passionate kiss. Just the small, everyday, “I’m thinking about you” kiss. The “kiss you want for the rest of your life” kiss. I found that kiss, and it is the best thing to ever find. It makes everything happy and right with the world. It makes life that little bit more fun, exciting, romantic, and worth living.

Which brings me nicely onto the Twin Wicks Publishing project – finally an anthology! You can find out all the details here, but this is the gist…

Short stories in the genre of medieval romance, on the theme of kissing – simples 🙂