four

date written: july 13, 2015

I’ve learned of many kisses through out high school.

the first are kisses that mean nothing. 
given by someone who’s words mean s**t. 
no passion
no care
no love at all
these kisses will fill you with false hope and leave you feeling like you’ve had all the air drained from your lungs.

the second kisses are kisses of a new life. 
kisses that are curious
new
foreign. 
these kisses are tempting, and leave you wondering and not sure how to make you feel.

the third kisses are kisses of passion. 
these kisses are rough
biting 
longing
leaving you wanting more than when you started and lips left red like friction of two lovers who haven’t seen each other in weeks and crave each other’s embrace.

the final kisses are kisses that are tender. 
loving
soft
delicate
kisses that fill you with warmth and sun 
left all over your body that can leave your cheeks sore and fill you with a sense of love that you once before thought you’d never feel again.

the best kind of kiss, is a kiss filled with the final three. a kiss that brings your head into the clouds and makes you feel a million different things at once.

that is what I want to feel forever.