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kisses, kisses, kisses! ~ 2001-01-18 - 11:54:45 an addiction of mine: first kisses. there's something about first kisses. there's so many different kinds of first kisses, so many different paths you can take to that very first delicious moment when your lips find each other and your tongues dance and you just sink into eachother. there's the kind where you've stayed up all night talking to someone... and maybe you didn't even notice them at the beginning of the night, until the conversation just clicked and drew you in, or maybe you'd been watching them for weeks but never had the guts to make a move, or maybe there was electricity between you from the first moment you spoke, and you knew that this was going to happen. however it happens, it's the kind of conversation that meanders and flows and takes you both down one road and another and another, and it gets deeper as the night gets darker, and just before dawn you get into childhood memories and deap-seated fears, and you watch the sunrise together and talk about how long it's been since you've seen the sunrise, and you've been drawing closer and closer to each other throughout the night without ever acknowledging it, and now you're holding each other and finally you both stop talking and look each other in the eyes for one long moment before you finally draw together and find that those lips you've been staring at for the last several hours are just as soft as they looked like they'd be. or maybe it's been building for months and months, but there was nothing either of you could do because there was someone or a couple of someones who stood to be hurt by it if either of you acted on the attraction, and you're both trying to be good people, and you don't want anyone to get hurt, so you've been calling each other friend and pretending not to notice how electric every touch is between you and telling yourself that you just want what you can't have and that you should get over it. and then someone breaks up with someone and you break up with someone else and finally you're both single and the first time you see eachother in that enviable state it takes only minutes for you to crashland on each other and just devour all those long deep kisses you've been dreaming about for months, and you spend the rest of the day in bed. or maybe it's summertime and hot and you're someplace wild like the national poetry slam and there are so many beautiful people and so much kissing going on that it's like an all-you-can-eat kiss buffet, and you're sampling all the different kinds of kisses there are to be had... sweet soft ones and long slow ones and deep hungry ones and sleepy dreamy ones... and you kiss so much it feels like you've been kissing for days, but you never get tired of it, ever. even the messed-up first kisses can be great, the ones where you knock heads or bang your teeth together or get dizzy and slam into the wall or some corner of something, and you both start to laugh and say "let's try that again", and you do, you do... if you don't like the way someone kisses, nothing else is going to work. that's something like rule #1. but if you love the way someone kisses, there's a lot of stuff it's easier to forgive. I had a lover a few years ago who took me right back to being 15 years old. we would run all over the city at night and just play, and we made out like teenagers. we didn't even have sex until a couple of months into it, and it was great. we had so much fun, and it was a time in my life when I badly needed to be having fun. I was telling some people about him recently, explaining that I never liked mountain dew until I had a lover who drank it all the time, and we used to kiss all the time, and I came to associate that sweetness with kissing... everyone in the room kinda went awwww..., and there was this soft moment where everyone was thinking about kissing. I don't usually drink soda, but there's a soda machine in this office, and in the afternoon sometimes when I'm tired I'll get a can of mountain dew and let that sweetness take me back to hot summer nights and silly games and kissing, and kissing, and kissing...
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