Alright, what or how does a real kiss taste like?
I don't know. In my entire 22 years of living, I daresay that I have never experienced a true kiss of love, of burning passion that says "You are all I want". Well, obviously I have my fair share of kisses,yet, are those snogs the perfect ones, I am still far far away from it. Those were, as I would call them, the reluctant kisses. The pressure of having to kiss your partner when one party insists is so large that eventually, that reluctant kiss will happen. Whether you like it or not, it's like an obligation we obey, we kiss to make the other party feel happy, and most of all, to fucking SHUT YOUR MOUTH! (We don't want to hear "Geez, don't you like me? I do. Then why aren't you kissing me? Am I not good enough for you?... etc) Its just that we aren't ready so bugger off you lots. Forcing into situations only make things worst. Not better.
What my real kiss would feel like....
See, my imaginary-so-called moment of kiss would be an intense of passionate love gazes into one another's eyes, followed by this really mind-blowing-mutual-understanding silence, slowly leaning towards each other, and this is the part where magic happens.Magic, in my context of definition, is like during that moment, everything starts turning hazy in which the whole focus is only on you and this other person you are kissing, and you realized that that person is the only one you want to kiss for the rest of your life, and for one moment you get this amazing gift, the feeling of happiness and however, big fat tears insist on blurring your eyesight, freaking on the brink of your eyetip, ready to roll down any moment. On instance, you feel so lucky that you have actually found the one, also, terrified that you might just lose it all in a blink of an eye.
Does this mean I am only looking for good kissers?
Okay, lemme get this straight. It's not like I am looking for a darn good downright kisser. No. Heck No. I assure you, I don't even kiss as good as 30% of the world's population. And oh bollock, I learnt my kissing techniques via a movie. "Angus, Thongs, and Perfect Snoggings" where there's this part the newbies in kissing would turn to this "guru" for kissing lessons. And all I learnt from him was you move to left when the guy moves to the right in the process of kissing. Not to mention, it's a tongue battle when you wanna do the french kiss. So yes. I suck at kissing.=)
All I am trying to say here is, by the slightest touch of the lips, love can be felt. Sincere love, that is. Kiss can tell you if he/she is the one meant for you. Kiss is a simplified version of a holy matrimony that ties/binds two love birds together. Forever.
I don't know. In my entire 22 years of living, I daresay that I have never experienced a true kiss of love, of burning passion that says "You are all I want". Well, obviously I have my fair share of kisses,yet, are those snogs the perfect ones, I am still far far away from it. Those were, as I would call them, the reluctant kisses. The pressure of having to kiss your partner when one party insists is so large that eventually, that reluctant kiss will happen. Whether you like it or not, it's like an obligation we obey, we kiss to make the other party feel happy, and most of all, to fucking SHUT YOUR MOUTH! (We don't want to hear "Geez, don't you like me? I do. Then why aren't you kissing me? Am I not good enough for you?... etc) Its just that we aren't ready so bugger off you lots. Forcing into situations only make things worst. Not better.
What my real kiss would feel like....
See, my imaginary-so-called moment of kiss would be an intense of passionate love gazes into one another's eyes, followed by this really mind-blowing-mutual-understanding silence, slowly leaning towards each other, and this is the part where magic happens.Magic, in my context of definition, is like during that moment, everything starts turning hazy in which the whole focus is only on you and this other person you are kissing, and you realized that that person is the only one you want to kiss for the rest of your life, and for one moment you get this amazing gift, the feeling of happiness and however, big fat tears insist on blurring your eyesight, freaking on the brink of your eyetip, ready to roll down any moment. On instance, you feel so lucky that you have actually found the one, also, terrified that you might just lose it all in a blink of an eye.
Does this mean I am only looking for good kissers?
Okay, lemme get this straight. It's not like I am looking for a darn good downright kisser. No. Heck No. I assure you, I don't even kiss as good as 30% of the world's population. And oh bollock, I learnt my kissing techniques via a movie. "Angus, Thongs, and Perfect Snoggings" where there's this part the newbies in kissing would turn to this "guru" for kissing lessons. And all I learnt from him was you move to left when the guy moves to the right in the process of kissing. Not to mention, it's a tongue battle when you wanna do the french kiss. So yes. I suck at kissing.=)
All I am trying to say here is, by the slightest touch of the lips, love can be felt. Sincere love, that is. Kiss can tell you if he/she is the one meant for you. Kiss is a simplified version of a holy matrimony that ties/binds two love birds together. Forever.