The language of the kiss

Kissing is a language.

The soft kiss on the forehead that speaks of fondness and affection. The air kiss that says “Darling, love you but simply mustn’t smudge my lipstick!”.

The peck on the cheek that says “Welcome home”.

Best of all, the slow, silky kisses that make you sigh. Not the lust-filled ones that precede a passionate fuck; no, those are fun, hot even. Imitating the act of a long, hard screw with lips and tongues. Kisses that say “I’m going to pound you into the bed and you’re going to like it”.

This is the aftermath. The kiss that says “We’ve had sex and I still want to be here with you”.

The best kisses are these soft creatures. The kiss we share, your lips pressed against mine while we wrap our arms around each other. It feels like we could kiss this way for hours. Lips pressed softly together, soft moans and whimpers bubbling to the surface.

In this cocoon, we whisper feelings without words.

© Ané

Kiss by Anno Máile on Flickr