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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