The Art of the Kiss

¡Hola! Everybody...
I’ll be away (as I am every Thursday) all day and most of the evening. Today, I’m reposting something I wrote regarding one of my fave pastimes... LOL!

* * *

-=[ Kissing 101 ]=-

Or: Swapping Spit

I love to kiss. Period.

I kiss for kissing’s sake and I can continue there and kiss you till the cows come home, till day reaches night. Just lying there, clinched together, my hardness pressed against your softness, tasting the fruit of your lips.

I love the totality of the kiss. I revel in the anticipation, the prelude, when your eyes invite me in (or you hit me with a brick, cuz I can be dense sometimes LOL!). I love the lingering just before before the first time I taste your lips and breathe in your essence -- the smell of your hair, your perfume. I drink in the catch of your breath and love to tease you until you angle your head and then I slowly, tenderly, graze my lips against yours before taking that final deep, slow plunge into your very heart.

I want you to remember the first time I kiss you because I will -- always.

Whether you love me or not, whether we ever even see each other again, it doesn’t matter because a kiss is an eternity, forever etched into our hearts, so I want you to remember where and when… and how.

Did I mention I love to kiss?

I love all of it and I can stay kissing you in all the myriad ways and locations imaginable; selfishly enjoying the way you open to me, accommodating my desire, taking in the expression of my want. I like short nips and long engaging kisses, kisses that say I’m sorry, and kisses that tell wordless histories of pain and love. I especially relish taking in your bottom lip and tenderly sucking on it, savoring the sticky-sweet dew as I would the wedge of a syrupy, ripe mango.

I can remember the first girl I kissed. Her name was Emily, she lived next door to my cousins, and we were 12 years-old that dark and cold Chicago night so many years ago. From a radio the song, “Yellow Mellow,” was playing, and my cousins threatened to tell on us because they had wanted to kiss her, but she only allowed me.

That was my first.

I love to nuzzle you where your neck meets your collarbone and I delight in the way your legs reflexively part when you answer my kisses, congratulations of well-deserved, unorthodox applause. I linger for what seems like an eternity inhabiting the preamble of our kiss because I want to take all of you in -- all of it, every secret, every hurt you ever felt, every joy you ever experienced -- I want to kiss all of that… softly… tenderly... repeatedly.

You incite me when you push against my teasing and explore my mouth with your insistent tongue -- as if you can’t wait for me to be inside of you. I wait like a child at Christmas for that moment when you open your eyes and we stare into each other's void. The prospect of tasting your saliva makes my own mouth water. I want to clutch your hair, push myself against you, and dominate you with my kiss, taking in all of you: caressing the curve of your ass, the way I can almost feel the lips of your vagina yield to my hardness through our clothes, that fresh, flirtatious look enticing me onward.

I love to kiss and I could stay kissing you for a very long time -- just kissing you for the sake of kissing because now I can kiss you when I feel like, how I want to…

I guess I love kissing so much because I don’t see it as a step in a series of steps to make love to a woman. Kissing is the very connection to my heart of hearts and it’s as food for the soul. I firmly believe that if people kissed more often there would be less hate in the world. No matter what form the kiss, it’s sure to get your juices flowing.

Research shows that the pleasure you feel when kissing -- the weakening in your knees, that faint feeling -- is part of the mental stimulation that fires up our neural networks. A signal transmits from the nerve endings in our mouths, lips, and nose to the brain in a nanosecond. That little box in your head (not the other little box) is the ultimate sexual organ. Our hearts beat double time. Our lungs pump oxygen. Our salivary glands mist and our jawbones unhinge as our tongues twirl and swizzle.

That signal zips along our spine and messages from the pancreas and adrenal glands tap into our pelvic nerves. With all that blood rushing like wildfire, we get flushed and we tingle in certain places. Getting scientific, good passionate kissing causes a rush composed of norepinephrine, dopamine and phenylethylamine -- neurotransmitters colliding with the brain’s pleasure zones and creating feelings of delirium. Did you know our brains have a function that helps us locate each other’s lips in the dark?

The reason why people take up dangerous sports is because those activities create a similar adrenaline surge. It’s a pity: all you have to do is kiss me and you’ll get the same rush you would as sky diving.

If you ask me, that’s a lot of work (not to speak of expense) for a high we could get in your living room.

Yup, give me kissing any time!

Love,

Eddie

The TGIF Sex Blog [The Kiss]

¡Hola! Everybody...
I’m dealing with an emergency that had me up early this AM traveling to LI. I wrote this last night and I’m unleashing it via my mobile...

* * *

-=[ The Kiss ]=-

She kissed me, and my mouth wrote a poem of welcome to her lips.
-- Ward Elliot Hour

Have I ever told you how much I love to kiss? My favorite part of the kiss is the moment just before. I can kiss for hours, it seems. I like all kinds of kisses, but the kisses I love most are those savored slowly... I would like to think I am a good kisser and I believe some women would agree. Whatever the case, I can honestly say my kisses never lacked for passion.

You should be passionate about your kisses, wherever, however, or with whomever...

Strange as it may seem to us, the contact of the lips in a kiss is a cultural, if inspired, development of the Western world. The kiss was unknown in many parts of the world until colonizers, explorers, travelers, and missionaries carried the custom to the remote parts of our planet. Even today it is not the preferred form of intimate expression of love or affectionate greeting among most peoples of Asia, Africa, the Eskimo domains, Polynesia and other distant lands where traditional customs still hold.

Science tells us that the impulse to kiss is not natural to humankind; that it developed gradually in relation to the erotic. Anthropologists believed that the love-kiss developed from the primitive maternal kiss and from the nursing of the infant at the mother’s breast, which are customary even in cultures where the erotic kiss is unknown. Out of these maternal caresses grew the kiss of love and affection, of devotion and reverence, that we know today.

As in many other cultural idiosyncrasies, the development of the kiss demonstrates a curious contradiction in the pattern of human actions. Kissing as a demonstration of affection is believed to have been a rather late development. There is no trace of it as a form of affection in ancient times. For example, I am told that there is no word for “kiss” in the Celtic tongues. The custom of kissing appears to have been acquired by the Celts long after it became a habit among most other Europeans. Homer scarcely knew of it, and the Greek poets, avid chroniclers of the customs of their time, seldom mentioned it.

Curiously, actions resembling the kiss are found among many animals. Birds use their bills as a form of caress. Even snails and certain insects caress. The dog who licks his master is physically expressing something close to a kiss. Dogs also lick one another as a form greeting. Our closest relations in the animal world, the apes, are apparently addicted to kissing.

Anatomically, the kiss is an ideal mode of expression of love and affection, as the lips are an extremely sensitive erogenous zone, especially vulnerable to erotic stimulation. I once knew a woman who claimed she could climax from kissing alone. Of course, in order for a kiss to be an effective incentive for love it must possess fire and strength of fervor. As Byron, no stranger to the erotic arts himself, once wrote:

A long, long kiss, a kiss of youth and love,
And beauty, all concentrating like rays
Into one focus kindled from above;
Such kisses as belong to early days,
Where heart and soul and sense in concert move,
And the blood's lava, and the pulse ablaze,
Each kiss is a heart-quake -- for kiss's strength,
I think it must be reckoned by its length.

There is strong evidence that the kiss as we know it in the West has ancient Hebraic origins, where the kiss of love held some influence, as expressed in the Song of Songs: “Let him kiss me with kisses of his mouth.” The kiss has special significance as a pledge of love -- a seal if you will. It has also been defined as a symbol of the union of souls. In the Eastern world, the kiss was associated with the sacred, accounting for its absence in the erotic sphere. The ancient Arabians, for example, made their devotions to the gods by a kiss.

Likewise, in ancient times the kiss indicated reverence and respect rather than love. The Romans, for whom the kiss had a sacramental meaning, influenced the early Christians. The kiss retains some of this meaning as evidenced by the practice of kissing the relics of saints, the foot of the Pope, and the hands of bishops. Kissing the hand or foot has been a mark of respect dating back from the earliest of times.

It is impossible to think of tender, consummate lovemaking without the rapture of the kiss. The kiss sets off the electrifying spark of sensation that reverberates to the innermost parts of our being. It is an essential part of love-play often leading to a sexual peak experience. However innocent a lover’s kiss, it is never truly without a sexual connotation and signifies the stage between desire and possession.

Surfaced by a tissue of full-blooded, sensitive membranes, moistened by dewy sweetness, shaped into a curvature that has been compared to Cupid’s bow, the lips appear to have been especially created by nature for their role as the gateway to labyrinths of love.

The kiss -- the incitement of the fruits of your lips -- is the most direct prelude to sexual fulfillment. It is for this reason (and many more) that I would caution restraint, for the real meaning and importance of the kiss is the sacredness of love’s passion. Its force may lure you unawares as a fly to a trap sticky-sweet with dew.

Love,

Eddie