Thursday, November 14, 2013

WRITERS WRITE...WRITING PARTNERS FEUD ~ LIPS COLLIDE






We are at the second part of the exploration of the kiss, whether is a story kiss or a very real, in the moment kiss, or a kiss to be hoped for during your own once upon a time.

For those of us who have been lucky enough to experience a kiss.  Do you remember that one extraordinary kiss in your life, the one that you can remember easily, that can still make you catch your breath and your knees quiver?  It need not be your very first kiss, nor is it the peck, or the bare lip swipe, or the what-did-that-mean kind of kiss.  We are talking about having lusting after someone forever.  The forever is not always measured in time, but in intensity.  It might only be a lingering look across the room or a friendship that lasted for years.  Each had one thing in common, want, need, yearning, and the inability to consummate that desire but suddenly the stars are aligned and miraculously it happens. 

We are speaking of the kiss in fairy tales, the kiss that sears the page of a romance, a kiss that towers above all others and will be remembered until the end of your days, the kiss where heavenly bliss collides with fiery hell.  To quote the book Princess Bride, “Since the invention of the kiss, there have only been five kisses that were rated the most passionate, the most pure. This one left them all behind.”

We all should own one of those kisses, mine was in the middle of a parking lot, the person who was nearly a stranger stared at me what seemed like forever.  Cars whooshed by, bright sunlight dazzled the area surrounding us and a sudden wind tousled our hair.  We had stopped talking, and a small drizzle began, blocking out that dazzling sun as clouds dashed as if believing a stormy atmosphere would be better.  I wanted to say something funny, break the sudden tension that was even more electrifying than the sudden crackle of light across the sky.  I could say nothing.  I froze under the impact of the other person’s eyes, under the distance that kept disappearing between us.  I shook my head no, I hadn’t been ready for a kiss, but they thought differently.   Suddenly, hands slipped behind my head into my hair, lifting my face upward.  Again, that long and hard stare.  There was a long pause, as if each of us were trying to convince the other not to do this, not to step across that line.  Then just as quickly, our lips collide. 

A: (Shakes her head.)  Again, you are ending it a pivotal moment.
Z:  It is the perfecting ending to this piece, after all did say the kiss was in four parts.
A:  Very true.  However, now I can’t wait to read the rest of your spectacular kiss. 
Z:  Hmmmm, I thought that this was the fantastic kiss that you told me about, the one you’d never forget, the one that you told no one but your faithful writing partner.
A:  And that would be a very good reason to keep say it was yours, would it not?
Z: (Winks) Actually, no one will know which one of us experienced it.
A: Although there is one thing I do know….
Z: What is that?
A:  Read on!


Rene Yasenek humorously wrote, “Kissing is a means of getting two people so close together that they can't see anything wrong with each other.”  We can’t agree with that entirely, although we did laugh, but seriously we believe kissing is a means of getting two people so close together that they can’t see anything but each other’s soul.

Z:  Poignant.
A:  Most kisses are poignant and beautiful and pure joy and pure passion.
Z:  And those are the only ones we write about, true?
A:  True!


EXCERPT:  KILLER DOLLS 

While bio-terrorists use her handcrafted dolls to attack the innocent, Letti Noel falls for FBI agent Taut Johnson. Deceit is a growing barrier to their love, but it's the stalking terrorists that threaten their lives.

Her head tilted to one side, her eyes half closed, and she felt his lips against her neck, a soft peppery kiss, followed by a gentle lick, and then a more forceful suckling.  She couldn't help a soft urgent moan. The fantasy raced through her, and she imagined moving his hand from her waist to her breast. He wouldn't resist but he wouldn't titillate either. He'd just cup the heaviness, hold it there, and barely press. Still, the word swoon came to Letti's mind.  Surely she would if he didn't take her, rip her clothes free, ram into her right here against the door. The thought went beyond lunacy, and she struggled to find her way to sensibility, but then his hands moved again, those large, so very strong hands that were so amazingly tender, settled beneath either side of her chin, tilting her lips upward, forcing her to look into his eyes as he ever so slowly brought his mouth to hers, stopping just short of a kiss, pausing as if he needed to take it all in, as if he heard Letti's silent mantra of savor during the entirety of the evening and took it to be his own, and then, then, finally his mouth fastened on hers.  It was soft, tender, a sampling with just a gentle swipe of his tongue, once, twice and again. Another moan. This time it was he pulled away.


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