Perhaps a certain sign of Spring - I've been thinking about kissing.
A lot.
That said, I've also been having dreams where I'm being fed spoonfuls of honey while luxuriating in the shower. Nice dream. Sad part is that I wake up and face the day which has been rife with moving stress and such. I rather like honey. But it's not as good as kissing.
So I've been taking a stab at writing about kissing in all it's glory. It's harder than you think. Poets and other writers have been doing that for centuries.
For example, these are three of my favorite little kissing quotes:
I kissed my first girl and smoked my first cigarette on the same day. I haven't had time for tobacco since. ~Arturo Toscanini
kisses are a better fate
than wisdom.
~e.e. cummings
Any man who can drive safely while kissing a pretty girl is simply not
giving the kiss the attention it deserves. ~Albert Einstein
Brilliant! Heartfelt with a dab of humor. Which is exactly how kisses should be. While everyone has stories of good/awkward/passionate/first kisses that sparkle in their mind - kisses mean more than we let onto. We think about kissing people and what their mouth will taste like. I knew someone who used to say that their favorite place on earth was the last six inches before a kiss.
I just read this today:
"You really learn a lot from a kiss. ... Sixty-six percent of women say they would dump a guy after a bad first kiss," she says. "It's not only because you're getting that good whiff of him so you're seeing if you like the way he smells. All your senses are engaged, and you get a sense of his sensuality, his connection, whether he's a take-charge kind of guy or more of a stepping back kind."
When it comes to relationships, Berman says kissing frequency is a direct indicator of happiness. "It turns out that couples who kiss and cuddle regularly are eight times less likely to be stressed and depressed than couples who don't get that," she says. "You have to have a minimum of a 10-second kiss every day."
From The Oprah Winfrey Show (full article)
So, folks, tell me about a kiss you remember. It is, after all...spring.
My first kiss with James was actually 8 months after we met. Eight months of letters and telephone calls and late-night talks and dreaming and longing... is it any wonder that we still celebrate that first kiss (kiss-a-versary, March 29, 1980) ever year?
Posted by: Diana | April 17, 2009 at 11:24 AM