I want to kiss him

I want to kiss him and feel his breath so close to my face that I can feel his spirit.  Feel his lips against mine with excitement coming across us together in our kiss.  The fervor that keeps us motivated to learn our delight.  Our kiss is more than powerful and not a game.  It’s just us lip to lip, close, interlocked and neither able to get enough of the luscious taste. 

Kissing him makes me feel the need to be close to him in an intimate way.  Be able to breathe him in and breathe out all doubt.  In that same breath it is our escape of all the worries of the world.  It is just he and I and me and he. Together in a kiss of passion and pain to sorrow and joy – experiencing an overabundance of emotions.  Just he and I experiencing each other in a kiss. 

I want to kiss him gently until he feels my heart beat his name in unison with his thoughts.  Thinking of all the conversation yet to be had and already anticipating our next kiss.  Within a moment there is only two. two arms to touch two hearts holding two souls that caress two lips in one kiss followed by another then another then another. It all feels so good and oh so right. It is safe, secure, uncomplicated, uncompromising.  It’s just a kiss. 

Each kiss penetrating my thoughts and stimulating our expectancy. Kissing him makes me feel he joined with me equaling us in plethora of kisses. One here, one there and one here followed by another there and there.  Our ability to be one with self to another. Mutually beneficial, sensationally sweet, delectably passionate, particularly intimate and sensual but not always sexual.  

I want to kiss him generously in thankfulness of our ancestors that worked so hard praising Him for another day allowing us this moment to be together to learn what it feels to be free.  Free to kiss each other privately or publicly displaying our affection of admiration towards each other.  Be able to look into his eyes knowing that our kiss will move mountains, make nature stand still and change the color of the sky.

Kissing him makes me feel special and gives me the ability to hear his words without ever being spoken.  It is honest, true and sincere which makes me think of the most High where it is written to focus your mind on whatsoever is pure.  His lips make me understand that passage and I purely want to kiss him.

I want to kiss him in real life and in all of my dreams.  Be able to wake up and know that my dreams were as real as real can be.  In my dreams he will kiss me and me only not to be compared to any other as our kiss is all our own and never to be shared or even duplicated.

Kissing him makes me want to be there for him - be his friend and one day his companion but in this moment we just kiss. No expectations. No immediate motives. No questions. Just the magic of a kiss that leaves me wanting more.  More time to kiss him until lemons are sweet and gravity defies physics. 

I want to kiss him. Just kiss him.  Learn him. Breathe him. Hold him. Know him. Kiss him, Lip to lip, eyes closed with no worries. Passionate. Whole. Sweet. Sensual. Just our kiss. Together intertwined. Tasting our joy. Just kissing him making me feel my desire to just be in this moment in our kiss.  One day, he will be there and we will have that moment of magic.Our kiss wont have words or definitions.  

~Love, Curiosity and my Freckled Thoughts~

I want to kiss him...

 

I want to kiss him and feel his breath so close to my face that I can feel his spirit.  Feel his lips against mine with excitement coming across us together in our kiss.  The fervor that keep us motivated to learn our delight.  Our kiss is more than powerful and not a game.  It’s just us lip to lip, close, interlocked and neither able to get enough of the luscious taste. 

Kissing him makes me feel the need to be close to him in an intimate way.  Be able to breathe him in and breathe out all doubt.  In that same breath it is our escape of all the worries of the world.  It is just he and I and me and he. Together in a kiss of passion and pain to sorrow and joy – experiencing an overabundance of emotions.  Just he and I experiencing each other in a kiss. 

I want to kiss him gently until he feels my heart beat his name in unison with my thoughts.  Thinking of all the conversation yet to be had and already anticipating our next kiss.  Within a moment there is only two. two arms to touch two hearts holding two souls that caress two lips in one kiss followed by another then another then another. It all feels so good and oh so right. It is safe, secure, uncomplicated, uncompromising.  It’s just a kiss. 

Kissing him makes me feel he joined with me equaling us in plethora of kisses. One here, one there and one here followed by another there and there.  The ability to be one with self to another. Mutually beneficial, sensationally sweet, delectably passionate, particularly intimate and sensual but not all sexual.  Each kiss penetrating my thoughts and stimulating our expectancy.

I want to kiss him generously in thankfulness of our ancestors that worked so hard praising Him for another day allowing us this moment to be together to learn what it feels to be free.  Free to kiss each other privately or publicly displaying our affection of admiration towards each other.  Be able to look into his eyes knowing that our kiss will move mountains, make nature stand still and change the color of the sky.

 

Kissing him makes me feel special and gives me the ability to hear his words without ever being spoken.  It is honest, true and sincere which makes me think of the most High where it is written to focus your mind on whatsoever is pure.  His lips make me understand that passage. 

I want to kiss him in real life and in all of my dreams.  Be able to wake up and know that my dreams were as real as real can be.  In my dreams he will kiss me and me only not to be compared to any other as our kiss is all our own and never to be shared.

 

Kissing him makes me want to be there for him - be his friend and one day his companion but in this moment we just kiss. No expectations. No immediate motives. Just the magic of a kiss that leaves me wanting more.  More time to kiss him until lemons are sweet and gravity defies physics. 

I want to kiss him. Just kiss him.  Learn him. Breathe him. Hold him. Know him. Kiss him, Lip to lip, eyes closed with no worries. Passionate. Whole. Sweet. Sensual. Just our kiss. Together intertwined. Tasting our joy. Just kissing him making me feel my desire to just be in this moment in our kiss.  One day, he will be there and we will have that magical kiss and it will be one that will never be able to be believed by anyone.

May 7: What Makes Me Happy

WHAT MAKES ME HAPPY: (IN NO PARTICULAR ORDER)

§  NEW FAB SHOES.  I HAVEN’T HAD THE PLEASURE OF BUYING ANY RECENTLY BUT I HAVE TAKEN A STROLL THROUGH THE DSW AND JUST BEING IN THAT PLACE JUST MAKES ME HAPPY.  IT IS AS IF THE SKY JUST SINGS.

§  A PLEASANT CONVERSATION.

§  MUSIC.  I ESPECIALLY LOVE LIVE MUSIC.

§  LOVE FROM MY NEPHEW AND NIECE AFTER A DAY.  THESE KIDS HAVE A WAY OF JUST MAKING ME SMILE.  THEY ARE GENUINELY IN LOVE WITH THEIR TT.

§  A WONDERFUL SALE.

§  PERSONAL ACCOMPLISHMENTS.

§  REALLY GOOD…

§  SIMPLE THINGS.  SIMPLE PLEASURES. 

§  SNICKERS

§  LOVE (THE THOUGHT OF IT, THE FEEL OF IT, THE SMELL AND TASTE OF IT)

§  SENSUAL KISSES (THERE IS SOMETHING POWERFUL AND SENSATIONAL ABOUT A REALLY GOOD KISS.  IT IS ALMOST ELECTRIC)

§  PEACE OF MIND

§  PRAYERS BEING ANSWERED

§  PERFECT EYE CONTACT.

§  MIND PENETRATION.

§  DINNERS OUT –GOOD FOOD, GOOD FRIENDS & DRINKS

§  PICTURES (I ENJOY A STROLL DOWN MEMORY LANE.  I TAKE REALLY GOOD PICTURES TOO)

I want to kiss you...

There is nothing like the power of a kiss. Especially when you have the opportunity to kiss someone special. To be able to lay in the bed with someone and just kiss them. Be so close to them that you can feel their heart beat in sync with yours and just kiss them. Feel the softness of their lips against yours. Be so close that you can feel their breath and feel them breathe. Steady and smooth and constant. A multitude of passion pecks follow.

Kissing him makes me feel close and in my dreams he loves me and me only. In that same breath it is our escape of all the worries of the world. It is just he and I and me and he. Together in a kiss of passion and pain to sorrow and joy. Within that moment there is only two. two arms touch two hearts holding two souls that caress two lips in one kiss followed by another then another then another. It all feels so good and oh so right. It is safe, secure, uncomplicated, uncompromising. He being he joined with me being me equaling us in plethora of kisses. One here, one there and one here followed by another there and there. The ability to be one with self to another. Mutually beneficial, sensationally sweet, delectably passionate, particularly intimate and sensual but not at all sexual. I can feel his attraction rise without the need to penetrate his infatuation. Kissing him makes me feel special and give me the ability to hear his words without his speaking them. It is honest, true and sincere which makes me think of the most High where it is written to focus your mind on whatsoever is pure. His lips make me understand that and be there for him - be his friend and one day his companion but in this moment we just kiss. No expectations. No motives. Just the magic of kiss that leaves me wanting more.

~LOVE, Peace and My Freckled Words~

caramel kisses

heart to heart
cheek to cheek
me breathing you
you sucking me all in
full eye contact
then
lip to lip
soft, sensual, secure
no complications
any further would be so wrong, yet so right
i was his and he was mine.
we were together and it felt good and oh so right
our melody was harmonious
and each crescendo was felt.
it was magical.

K.I.S.S.I.N.G – how do you feel about it?

boy and girl

sitting in a tree

K-I-S-S-I-N-G…

Well you know how it goes.

I mean what happened to chivalry and courting and hell walking a girl home from school. What happened to long conversations on the phone and the 10 minute game of no you hang up? What happened to the anticipation of the kiss or a fantastic tongue kiss?

Kiss: the act of caressing with the lips (or an instance thereof) to touch or press with the lips slightly pursed, and then often to part them and to emit a smacking sound, in an expression of affection, love, greeting, reverence, etc. To engage in mutual touching or caressing with the lips.

http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/kissing

We all learn to peck early. We peck our parents, siblings and other family members. We even go to school and peck as a child however then very innocent. I am more so referring to your first passionate kiss. The kind where your heart beats fast, palms get sweaty and at any moment you may quite possibly faint. The kind of anticipation that is filled with desire to connect and curiosity to feel. It is simple and sweet. Do you remember your first real kiss?

His name was Marshall and he was a tall, chocolate toned boy with full BIG lips. He well known, liked and somewhat experienced from what I heard. He was the youngest of 5 boys will several male uncles and what I thought to be the finest father EVER. I heard from a few that he was interested but he liked to kiss (using his tongue). At that time I hadn’t been “experienced” but I wanted to try. We passed notes and made a plan to kiss after we got off the bus when he walked me home. As we walked home we made small talk and finally made it to my street. The nerves hit me and I could feel me breaking a panic sweat. I tensed up and got anxious. He pulled me close, gently pushed my chin up and guided my lips toward his. As I closed my eyes and gave into him I felt the world disappear and his full lips covered too much of my mouth and part of my nose. I didn’t want to pull back but I needed to breath. It was wet, juicy, lots of tongue movement and head wiggling. Realistically it was messy and I panicked that I wasn’t doing this right and available breath was escaping since his lips blocked all passages. I was instantly overwhelmed but hesitated to pull away immediately but I had to ASAP. His soup coolers were trying to suffocate me and I took a deep breath both of anxiety and relief. He smiled and then pecked me quickly and jogged a way stating that he would see me tomorrow. It was kind of goofy and it didn’t feel like TV. I smiled and went on in the house. We kissed every day after school for the next 2 weeks. After that I thought I was a pro and that I was a sucker for chocolate brothas with full lips but I love lips all together. Do you remember you first kiss?  What was it like?

From then on I often looked forward to that first kiss from a new boyfriend or steady Eddie. It was almost always planned or in a secluded private area. It was in hallways, parks, backyards, behind school building or in pathways between houses. It was nice and innocent. From then on out I loved kissing. It was my sex. It was my intimacy. It was special.

As I got older, kissing got better and then leads to other things but there is still kissing. It is has always been special, sensual, passionate and some the most intimate sexy.  It's the thing to for to do to get the party started.   All of this to say, that I love kissing. I love all aspects of the kissing. I like the anticipation of the action, the actual action and how it makes me feel.  I love that a man that kisses genuinely and it can allow me to melt in his hands.  I like that feelig that makes your body change while erasing all the worries of your heart.  There is no discrepency about it.  I love kissing and sometimes would rather it that any sex (oral or otherwise.  Folks have lost that dynamic.  In fact it seems that some would rather have sex than kiss which is strange to me.  I understand but it just seems that if you kiss someone that you may be able to forgo that not so adequate sex because you can feel what's lacked but hey that is apparently my aged way of thinking.  To Kiss or Not Kiss was generally not a question until recently. 

I asked a few friends (via facebook)

Is kissing more intimate than sex

and here is some of what they said…

“KISSING IS WAY MORE INTIMATE... SEX IS MORE EMOTIONAL.....”

“Kissing is more intimate than sex to me.....you can disconnect mentally from sex.”

“Kissing trumps sex with regard to intimacy by far. even though neither should be done all willy nilly.”

“Kissing is more intimate, but sex for most forms that emotional attachment… for most I say....for most”

I agree.  Kissing is more intimate than sex but should it be?  I like them both but they are so much better together.  When did it happend that you should have one with without the other (sex without kissing)?  Why are we so available to for sex without the perk of kissing? 

There was a time when that is what you did. You kissed and necked for as long as possible. You got hickies and wore then as not so honorable badges of lust. There was a time when it was big a deal to rub a breast, a nipple and slow grind while kissing. There was lustful heat and emotional desires but making out was the way to go as a kid (teen). The that wonderful kissing slowly moved below the mouth… (but that is an entirely other conversation for another time). I guess I don’t know when the times changed. I didn’t see when it all shifted to some sort of sex immediately surpassing the initial kissing action. I didn’t see the tide change – when did it happen?

Curiously,

Freckles