And if I did - would my kiss add to the silence as you lie there awake each night - the silence amidst all the noise we throw into our existence and sort and sort and sort through again and again with each tossing and turning driven night into day and everyday existence we breathe and taste so hard inside and outside until all we can see IS "...Damn, I was kissed... damn..."
visceral...so many levels we live at and evaluate...racing thoughts keeping our minds reviewing the days as 'why did He ..or when did she say that...'when sometimes all we needed was JUST A....kiss...interaction on a human touching person level...Just sayin'
kisses seem to be inspiring your muse at the moment! Loved this poem, describing something very simple so that we see its beauty, gorgeous:) (makes me want to be kissed immediately ha!!!)
and this is
and this might
the kiss
damn I feel like I've just been kissed. haha
This was great.
A kiss says so much, and there are those that you never forget and are woth the remembering.
This was beautiful Chris
Chris...I love this piece, it speaks so much of the yearning for that special "kiss"...the ones we remember that really spoke to our hearts...you know those "good ones".
There's not much better then a real good kiss The ability to read someone through kissing is exploratory closing your eyes so you can focus on the feel reading body language through only lips at first then perhaps a little tongue, slowing things down, speeding things up, kissing softer, bite a little, etc. Then you can open your eyes and peek.
There's so many kisses. The one's that linger in the mind, set themselves apart long after the experience, those are the real kisses, the ones that last a lifetime. I've had a few of those, and damn I was kissed....
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