Enjoy The Thrills Of
Kissing
But, don't be in a hurry! As in all matters
pertaining to love, don't hurry the process of kissing. A kiss
is too rapturous a thing to be enjoyed for the moment and the
moment only. Linger longer on her lips than you have ever
lingered before. Forget time. Forget everything but the kiss in
which you are in the midst of. Don't be like that bashful young
lover who, after a sweet, long kiss, drew his lips away from
the lips of his charmer. Immediately, she burst out into tears.
"What's the matter?" he asked solicitously.
"You don't love me I" she said between sobs.
"But I do!"
"Then why did you draw your lips away?"
"I couldn't breathe," he said naively.
Breathe? Who wants to breathe, who even wants to think of
breathing in the middle of an impassioned kiss? Breathe through
your nose if you have to breathe. But kiss, keep on kissing, as
long as there is one minute of breath in you. Kiss, as Byron
said we should kiss, with the "long, long kiss of youth and
love."
Recently, in Chicago, there was held a marathon kissing
contest to determine which couple could hold their kiss the
longest without being forced to separate. One pair was able to
hold their kiss for fifteen hours. Think of that! Fifteen
hours. And yet the naive lad stopped kissing because be
couldn't breathe.
Elizabeth Barrett Browning must have spent many an ecstatic
night of kissing with the poet, Robert Browning, if we are to
judge from an excerpt from her "Aurora Leigh," in which she
described a kiss as being "As long and silent as the ecstatic
night."
Another poet, unknown, but certainly one who knew whereof he
speaks, wrote the following poem which deserves to be quoted in
its entirety.
Oh, that a joy so soon should waste,
Or so sweet a bliss as a kiss
Might not forever last!
So sugared, so melting, so delicious.
The dew that lies on roses,
When the morn herself discloses,
Is not so precious.
Oh, rather than I would it smother
Were I to taste such another.
It should be my wishing
That I might die kissing.
At this point, it should be explained that the lips are not
the only part of the mouth which should be joined in kissing.
Every lover is a glutton. He wants everything that is part of
his sweetheart, everything. He doesn't want to miss a single
iota of her "million-pleasured joys" as Keats once wrote of
them. That is why, when kissing, there should be as many
contacts, bodily contacts, as is possible.
Snuggle up closely together. Feel the warm touch of each
other's bodies. Be so close that the rise and fall of each
other's bosoms is felt by one another.
Get next to each other.
And, this same thing applies to the mouth in kissing. Don't
be afraid to kiss with more than your lips. After your lips
have been glued together for some time, open them slightly.
Then put the tip of your tongue out so that you can feel the
smooth surface of your kissee's teeth. This will be a signal
for her to respond in kind. If she is wholly in accord with
you, if she is, truly, your real love-mate, then you will
notice that she, too, has opened her lips slightly and that,
soon, her teeth will be parted. Then, if she is all that she
should be, she should project the tip of her tongue so that it
meets with the tip of yours.
Heaven will be in that union!
Lava will run through your veins instead of blood. Your
breath will come in short gasps. There will rise up in you an
overpowering, overwhelming surge of emotion such as you have
never before experienced. If you are a man, you will clutch the
shoulders of your loved one and sense a shudder course through
you that makes you pant. If you are a woman, and being kissed,
you will feel a strange languor passing through your limbs,
your entire body. A shudder will go through you.
You will moan in the delicious transports of love. And, in
all probabilities, you will go faint because the blood in your
veins will be rushing furiously into your entire system and
away from your head. Thus, you will be unable to think any
longer. You will only be able to feel, to feel the most
exquisite of pleasures that it has been your lot to feel.
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