Spoken Words
Whett Wipes
A kiss is a simple thing,
not to be wasted on unappreciative lips,
or easily thrown away on the chance
of finding new love
or in effort to rekindle
an old like gone astray
or to satisfy a dare
which brings about no truth to the gift of a
kiss done in earnest,
a kiss done to explore the realms of possibility,
a kiss given to reward efforts,
deep efforts given to please,
not out of seeking something in return,
but done of in a manner of selflessness,
seeking to create unforgettable memories,
not like those of one night stands or first dates,
cherished thoughts which spring from oral bonds
bringing about Nirvana, far reaching,
beyond cunnilingus, fellatio post-tingling, ear ringing,
further, toward a place of constant anxiety
defined by insomnia, personalized A. D. D. and
an acute desire to experience the kiss…
The kiss, so important, breathing is secondary
The kiss, different, so different thoughts of it
exasperate, make impatient moments seem eternal,
subtle panting, yearning for the next display of
affection categorized by nothing, meaning everything
because its being unique is confined to us…
Kiss me again for the first time, please.
A kiss is a simple thing,
not to be wasted on unappreciative lips,
or easily thrown away on the chance
of finding new love
or in effort to rekindle
an old like gone astray
or to satisfy a dare
which brings about no truth to the gift of a
kiss done in earnest,
a kiss done to explore the realms of possibility,
a kiss given to reward efforts,
deep efforts given to please,
not out of seeking something in return,
but done of in a manner of selflessness,
seeking to create unforgettable memories,
not like those of one night stands or first dates,
cherished thoughts which spring from oral bonds
bringing about Nirvana, far reaching,
beyond cunnilingus, fellatio post-tingling, ear ringing,
further, toward a place of constant anxiety
defined by insomnia, personalized A. D. D. and
an acute desire to experience the kiss…
The kiss, so important, breathing is secondary
The kiss, different, so different thoughts of it
exasperate, make impatient moments seem eternal,
subtle panting, yearning for the next display of
affection categorized by nothing, meaning everything
because its being unique is confined to us…
Kiss me again for the first time, please.
posted by SLUMP FACADE at 12:51:00 PM
Sounds like that first kiss with a new love....
It is in the INTENT that lies inside of the ones kissing, when it is pure and not selfish in nature, it allows for a place to be entered that is at a soul level, past the physical. The deep connective experience of feeling the trembling & quickened breathing from a new kiss....is always the best. Your request to be kissed again for the first time is a desire we wish we could harness. There is nothing like it. It holds the mystery of the gods.
Creative words to set me pondering, thankyou.
"a kiss done to explore the realms of possibility, a kiss given to reward efforts, deep efforts given to please, not out of seeking something in return, but done of in a manner of selflessness, seeking to create unforgettable memories..."
beautifully, beautifully said! unforgettable memories! i can remember one of the best kisses i've ever had...needless to say, it opened up more than one REALM of possibilities! ;)
I love it! This takes me back to when........I need to make a phone call. :)
i believe kissing is an art in itself...so many layers to it, so much depth or casualness...depending on circumstance.
i love the seduction of a kiss. ahhh yeah.
think i need to go write something...thankyou sir.