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Wednesday, February 4, 2009
The Kiss
2009-01-12
If there was a kiss to start and finish all kisses this would be it.
Do we as breathing people comprehend what it is to love someone without reservation?
The holding back and letting go, in this circle we live.
The most passionate intimate extreme comes to life as if God Himself awoke in you something that had been sleeping all your years.
A kiss is not just mere lips, but a combination of celebrations, body, mind, and the soul.
The soul; of this opening is found not on this earth, but produced in some heavenly realm, held by the God that created these lips and designed them to fit together like the plans of a Master architect.
Pure art.
Like Picasso – each stroke inventively thought out with passion and love, power and control.
We come together so tightly, each of our muscles at their peak.
Embraced.
Involved.
Fixed.
Our hands woven around each other, our legs entangled, desperately seeking any square millimeter that was not touching and finding them a place that was missing contact.
Lips scarcely touch as they dance the world’s greatest dance.
Breath trips up in disbelief of this moment,
All this time the lips have still not wholly come into assembly.
There we are, gathering feeling and momentum,
All the energies of two bodies destined straight for one-another.
A moist tongue lightly wets these lips, and,
There; not tenderly, or gently, or softly, or delicate, or calm they meet with great force.
Everything inside is a rush like everything outside, and the most precious beautiful passionate piece of life is made alive within this moment, this portion of time that will never cease to be thought of and dreamed about.
All screams life after this rainy season, all is in full bright blooming brilliance.
Then; it halts.
The mouth is taking in and letting out air and the eyes stare at one-another.
This continues for there are no words that need to be spoken.
Nothing has been reserved.
Everything is vociferously ecstatically contented.
*vociferously = loudly
If there was a kiss to start and finish all kisses this would be it.
Do we as breathing people comprehend what it is to love someone without reservation?
The holding back and letting go, in this circle we live.
The most passionate intimate extreme comes to life as if God Himself awoke in you something that had been sleeping all your years.
A kiss is not just mere lips, but a combination of celebrations, body, mind, and the soul.
The soul; of this opening is found not on this earth, but produced in some heavenly realm, held by the God that created these lips and designed them to fit together like the plans of a Master architect.
Pure art.
Like Picasso – each stroke inventively thought out with passion and love, power and control.
We come together so tightly, each of our muscles at their peak.
Embraced.
Involved.
Fixed.
Our hands woven around each other, our legs entangled, desperately seeking any square millimeter that was not touching and finding them a place that was missing contact.
Lips scarcely touch as they dance the world’s greatest dance.
Breath trips up in disbelief of this moment,
All this time the lips have still not wholly come into assembly.
There we are, gathering feeling and momentum,
All the energies of two bodies destined straight for one-another.
A moist tongue lightly wets these lips, and,
There; not tenderly, or gently, or softly, or delicate, or calm they meet with great force.
Everything inside is a rush like everything outside, and the most precious beautiful passionate piece of life is made alive within this moment, this portion of time that will never cease to be thought of and dreamed about.
All screams life after this rainy season, all is in full bright blooming brilliance.
Then; it halts.
The mouth is taking in and letting out air and the eyes stare at one-another.
This continues for there are no words that need to be spoken.
Nothing has been reserved.
Everything is vociferously ecstatically contented.
*vociferously = loudly
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