That’s what a mate of mine said about an X of his when we talked about the following.
Years ago, oh, we're talking Jurrasic, a girl I dated who said she was “madly in love” with me, I couldn’t for the love of me get her lips to stick to mine for more than 2 seconds, and yet at 1 second intervals we would be at it, making out.
I wanted long deep, while she was a Spitfire plane, short bursts with tongues vaguely meeting. She just didn’t seem capable of doing it in any other way.
Unless she was drunk.
If drunk, she would all of a sudden attack me with the breath-holding record breaking kind, of an Abyss diver without tubes, kisses. If she was sober and I tried to make them longer, I could feel her bail out, so I wouldn’t push, or rather, not press.
Naturally, I soon tired. She wore me out by… not wearing me out.
Me, I think they’re great, long, deep kisses. Not always, not every day, not to be pushed too hard with having them, and not push… just because there should be one.
Long deep kisses demand a certain timing.
You know what? Watch an old black ’n’ white flick, that’s all I need to tell you here about long deep kisses, and how they should be done.
Except for the fact that in old films they don’t really kiss, they just rub lip against lip, so forget what I said.
Probably among the best thing I know, long deep kisses, but then again, I’ve always been the overly-romantic kind.
It got me thinking, this with long, deep kisses. Can they serve as some sort of evidence? Does it prove that they’re not really in love with you, or don’t want to find out if they might become, if you can’t get one from her?
Or do some simply not want them?
How could anyone not want them?
Is it a stage thing? Is it something you do in the beginning of a relationship, but then move beyond, in a healthy kind of way, in a sense that it doesn’t ruin your relationship when you stop doing it?
I never could let go of them. Once in a while I feel the need to have one. It’s not that I must have them, but I want them. Being single, I'll, once in a while, walk up to a 80-ish lady on the tram and tell her, straight out, no fear, no heistance: Lady, I need a good snog, I need it NOW, are you game!
She will light up like Peruvian Christmas tree a and swallow my tongue like a Viper chews down a midget frog.
Did you have those moments when you were sat somewhere in a park, or in your room at the parent’s place, when you were kissing her in a way you were kissing envy into Don Juan’s world, but there simply wasn’t a chance, or it wasn’t the moment to jump out of clothes? Are they, the long, deep kisses nothing but a glimpse of a fine love making session, or can they stand on their own?