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Lips, neck and nails...oh my!
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In case you've wondered..
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I received a "see you later" kiss yesterday. Was nice. Been a very, very long time.
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That Kiss
I don't have a pic I hope I can paint it for you The one that throws you back against the wall arms grabbing for any part of His body you can grab ahold of He pins you to the wall, body's heating His tongue tracing your lips His hands begging to some how pull you closer, you hoping He will The world disappearing and all the All and Any spectators with it His hands surround your body lifting you, you lose all sense of self Y/you both pull closer, your mouths searching deeper your body starts to slip down the wall but He has you lifting you higher sending you spinning His mouth searching for you soul speaks of his need for the kiss to last forever :praying: |
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I have no picture as I am a lover of words......
It starts with a look, the one where you are gazing into each other's eyes and you slowly move towards each other....looking at each other as your lips graze each other..you feel the softness, the want and your lips touch...the softest of kisses as you pull her bottom lip with your lips as you pull away..she looks at you....you lean in and your hand grabs her hair at the nape of her neck and you kiss her again a little firmer than the last...you feel her breath quicken and you kiss her deeply....you bite her lip softly as you back away...smile and walk away..... |
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When I saw the title of this thread, this is what immediately popped into my head... a scene from one of my favorite movies.
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These "love is..." cartoons always crack me up -- especially the satirical adult-themed knock-offs.
Here's a tame one that's on topic... http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l1...nibble_ear.jpg |
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"Kissing you is like dancing in the rain; it is an exciting kind of sensation that you can't help but fall in love with." |
Thoughts attached to "kiss"
Kissing you is something I recall and I like those memories.
Kissing you could be my favorite past time. Right now right here kissing you is something I think about. Not the deep I must devour you kind of kiss yet, that soft shy first kiss. The hey I kinda of like you kiss can we see where this will lead. |
This kiss
bonded as one I reach for you your soul bleeds upon My Throne your mouth reaches for My power deep within I give him a glimpse of the Abyss he accepts this kiss I kneel within |
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Eskimo kisses: with your faces less than a breath apart, rub noses.
Butterfly kisses: with your faces less than a breath apart, open and close your eyelids against each other. If done correctly, the fluttering sensation will match the one in your heart. Tongue sucking...a variation of the French kiss. During an open mouth kiss, gently suck on your partners tongue..oh not to hard, it might hurt. (Who doesn't want a little painful kiss, said no one ever) very sexy, I say ;) Shoulder kiss: simply come from behind and embrace her, lightly kiss the top of the shoulder. This is a sensual, loving kiss. |
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Contract With The staccato Of ragged breath Tension Mounting Until It breaks forth Time Lurching Merely trying To keep up As those Very cells Collide Meshing Desiring Begging To get closer To merge To be one Words Whispered Soundlessly From lips Written Upon soft skin With even softer Promises Never spoken The Universe Reels Spins Quakes In wanton hunger As time Lurches Again And again With each contact And this my dear Was only A kiss |
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For me, kissing is one of the most intimate things I can imagine and if I KISS you passionately, I mean it.
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I love the kind of kisses that start light across the shoulder, like butterfly wings gently caressing as if a whisper.
Then they continue on their trek across the defined landscape of the collarbone, pausing to drink from the oasis where neck and shoulder join. Onward though it progresses, nowhere near the end of the journey as lips drag across the river of blood coursing along the Jugular, dredging a reaction to the surface. Along the ridge of the jaw it skips, touching the summit on its pursuit of something more. Ever climbing higher, looking to ascend heavenward, finally lips touch lips and the oxygen is thinner here as your breath becomes harder and harder. Yet this is the elixir of the gods, and you drink deeply, tasting eternity in a single grain of sand. And you look to relish the hourglass full. And finally, when you have nothing left to pay the barge-man with for your passage to Elysium, you pull away, soul screaming at the retreat, lungs revelling in the resurgence of air. You lick your lips as your mind and body journal your expedition. And as you look to their eyes, you see your prose reflected back to you on the front page of their eyes. And you know you have just written the New York Times best seller on the DNA of both your souls. Yup, that's the kind of kiss I like. |
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Now THAT is just hawt!!
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