The Kiss

They say a kiss is just a kiss. I couldn’t disagree more. The kiss speaks a language all of its own. It can ask a question, or answer one. It can reveal insecurity or offer up reassurance. It has the power to bring a blind date crashing to earth, or to launch it into blissful, unending orbit. It is the epicenter of sexual intimacy and the harbinger of fading love. It is a refuge for rich and poor, black and white, deaf and blind.

No, a kiss is definitely not just a kiss. It is the human experience reduced to the space where your lips meet mine.

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