Kisses aren't contracts

"And you begin to learn
That kisses aren't contracts
And presents aren't promises
And you begin to accept your defeats
With your head up and your eyes ahead
With the grace of a woman
Not the grief of a child"

Veronica A. Shoffstall

Kisses are fascinating! we tend to crave them, need them, want them, nay perhaps even to some extremes expire, with or without them. What is the kiss of death, when a gorgeous Russian spy feels sympathy to the tortured soldier, kisses him and gives him that capsule where his misery may end.

or the kiss of life, a paramedic, pursing his lips to those of a passed out patient..

It's not those kisses that give me life or death.. It's the kiss when I feel the urge to bite, and then nibble, and when I gasp because of his kiss or a bite on a lower lip or chin, or neck or a tender perked up nipple..and then the kisses and nibbles to the waist or hip, you know that little mound of protrusion called the hip bone.

To be kissed by a good kisser is memorable, the moment when you separate and you cannot open your eyes, your legs hold you no more and just in case you are not so incapacitated, your head is spinning in a way a merry-go-round can't do.

He kissed me and I wanted to go on, not that it was amazing, but that it gave me life. I was, metaphorically, back! It is not arrogance but I do know the potent power of my kisses. whether it's delicate or rough, whether you bruise my lips with the force of your mouth, at times busting them, whether they swell because of the heat of the moment, the hour. It also includes the powerful flick of my tongue, whether to let it roam or lend it to be sucked, whether to be bitten or letting it wander across a cheek bone or rise to an ear lobe .. all those things that I may have forgotten.

So, when he asked for a kiss, I could not but obey.. and when I wanted more, he could not deny his desire, not by the kisses nor wanting to touch me, to feel my skin, nuzzle my hair and wrap his arm around my waist.

Though I crave it, enjoy it, want it, I have to say, nothing is more amazing than the kisses of love

For what is love if not when two souls meet through the taste and delight of a burning kiss from lips divine. What is a kiss?

Now there are a couple of more that I need to taste or perhaps they ache to taste my lips