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March 15, 2015

Kiss Me.

Photo: Elen Maggs via Pixoto

I want your hungry kiss.

“Is it a marvel that those red-roseleaf lips of yours should be made no less for the madness of music and song than for the madness of kissing?” ~ Oscar Wilde

Stop everything—just simply still the world.

It can cease to spin, if only for one moment while we kiss.

I want your kiss—kiss me with it.

Let me taste your lips.

Butterscotch sweet, dirty martini or whisky dry.

I want to touch your lips.

Feel them slowly move in time with mine.

Enchant me, with your kiss.

Take me places far reached through my mind.

I want my skin to flush—my blood to rush, pulsate within my veins.

Press close with this kiss.

Cool vibrating skin will soon turn warm.

Shake me in this kiss.

Be fierce and gentle, mix and stir it all.

I’m thirsty for this kiss.

I only live for this kiss.

I’ve patiently waited far too long.

So, meet my lips with your lips.

Stop beats with the kiss.

My only care for us is to entwine.

And when this kiss fades out …

Please, oh, won’t you kiss me one more time?

And let me never forget, your kiss.

“And even as I’m kissing him and kissing him and kissing him, I wish I were kissing him, wanting more, more, more more, like I can’t get enough, never will be able to get enough.” ~ Jandy Nelson.

“At the first kiss I felt something melt inside me that hurt in an exquisite way. All my longings, all my dreams and sweet anguish, all the secrets that slept deep within me came awake, everything was transformed and enchanted, everything made sense. ~ Hermann Hesse.

“My lips got lost on the way to the kiss—that’s how drunk I was.” ~ Rumi

“She gave into it, gave all to it, a moment’s madness where body ruled mind and blood roared over reason.” ~ Nora Roberts

“I think I finally understand the saying like a moth to a flame. I’m the moth. My heart flutters like the paper-thin wings. And he is the flame, incendiary, scorching my soul. He inhales so heavily, like he’s been holding his breath under water. He presses his lips against mine and tugs at my hair gently. My head falls back and my mouth falls open. His tongue, slick as silver, dances with mine. I’m wrong. I’m not a moth. I’m Icarus and I’ve flown too close to the sun.”

~ A.D. Evans.

“Don’t kiss in public, unless it’s midnight and you’re both wearing black so nobody can see you’re naked.” ~ Jarod Kintz

“The kiss. Oh, the kiss. What a perfect, unnerving, luscious kiss. He made me feel unhinged… like he could take me apart and put me back together again and again.” ~ Chelsie Shakespeare.

“Is it a marvel that those red-roseleaf lips of yours should be made no less for the madness of music and song than for the madness of kissing?” ~ Oscar Wilde

“Kissing her is warm wet dangerous magic. Her mouth conjures a storm inside me.” ~ Kirk Diedrich.

“I want to kiss you. I want to so badly I can barely think of anything else. When you enter a room it’s my only thought, and it torments me night and day.” ~ Charlotte Stein 

“The kiss is the greatest of gifts, uniquely human. A kiss before midnight. A kiss before dying. The Judas kiss. The kiss of the devil. More can be said with a kiss than a book full of words. We kiss to say I love you. We kiss the rings of the self-important. The feet of the conquerors. The rich dark earth when we reach the promised land. We kiss the foreheads of loved ones as they begin a journey. We kiss beautiful strangers in far away places because on hot July nights with the music of the sea and the stars above your head your lips are incomplete until they are joined in a kiss.” ~ Chloe Thurlow.

 

Relephant:

How to Kiss.

 

Author: Alex Sandra Myles

Editor: Ashleigh Hitchcock

Photo: pixoto

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