The first kiss of an older boy, or younger man, depending on your point of view, is a questing kiss. More surprise and learning rather than longing and desire, this is a new kiss, a kiss of soft lips, a shared feeling of wonderment and refined curiosity.
The second kind of kiss is a greedy kiss, a yearning. This boy is wanting. Wanting to kiss, wanting to touch, wanting the girl in his arms. Lips, tongue, hands all working in a dance of passion. It is a burning kiss, but the kiss is either soon lost to other touches or pushed away for what it is, a kiss of taking rather than a kiss of giving.
The third kind of kiss, oh that third kiss, that is the real moment of truth for the boy. It is an honest kiss. There is nothing but her. She is everything and always, a goddess of girl. He melts into her with no needs and no wants. There is no give and take. There is only the all-encompassing knowledge that he has to kiss her because that is his existence, his purpose, and his path. This undeniable kiss is the truth. He loves her.
Perhaps a little whimper escapes from the girl. Maybe she never shared such a kiss until now. She is swimming in the kiss; it flows around her as a warm breeze with the smell of spring. Are there three kisses of a girl? The boy does not know. He only knows he adores her. He adores her. He adores her!
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By: A Young Man’s Muse « Anthony Pacheco: Hack Writer on September 18, 2008
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