“Kiss her. Slowly, take your time, there’s no place you’d rather be.
Kiss her but not like you’re waiting for something else, like your hands beneath her shirt or her skirt or tangled up in her bra straps.
Nothing like that.
Kiss her like you’ve forgotten any other mouth that your mouth has ever touched.
Kiss her with a curious childish delight. Laugh into her mouth, inhale her sighs.
Kiss her until she moans.
Kiss her with her face in your hands. Or your hands in her hair. Or pulling her closer at the waist.
Kiss her like you want to take her dancing. Like you want to spin her into an open arena and watch her look at you like you’re the brightest thing she’s ever seen.
Kiss her like she’s the brightest thing you’ve ever seen. Take your time.
Kiss her like the first and only piece of chocolate you’re ever going to taste.
Kiss her until she forgets how to count.
Kiss her stupid.
Kiss her silent. Come away, ask her what 2+2 is and listen to her say your name in answer.”
— Azra Tabassum, This Is How You Keep Her
Thanks for finding this quote to Fb page: A Mad Girl’s Love Song
Feature image : Man Ray~Hand on Lips 1929
I’m old enough to remember when kissing didn’t lead to “going all the way” and, yes, there was an excited expectancy that was different, more sensual, more expressive, than any other anticipation. And the anticipation was enough. Kissing sated you and built desire at the same time–desire for the next probing, loving kiss. Not conflicting feelings, just complex. Your blog is beautifully written and brings back those memories for me of long ago.
Oh I remember that too and you describe it so perfectly!! 🙂
As do you!