French Kiss

The woman that has taken my breath away is French. Not a little french, or part french, the closest to 100% French you can get without having been born there. That translates, it seems, into some interesting traits. One of them is that she is an amazing french kisser. Ok, maybe that has nothing to do with her nationality, but was going with the french thing! Try and keep up.

Being a great french kissers indicates that she is also a good kisser. Which, to me, translates to her having a great mouth, great lips and a great (and pierced) tongue. Some of her kissing me, and it's electricity is definitely emotional and not physical. But then, wouldn't we lose the emotion of the moment if we had an incompatible kiss?

The zen part is, and I think i've made this statement in previous posts at some point, that I could JUST kiss her all night with no feelings of frustration. I would always love to proceed from there, but "making out" is amazing.

When we first kissed I was so full of emotion, so completely overwhelmed, that I didn't even think of how "good" we were kissing. What I discovered is that, with two people who are both completely fallen for each other, and naturally comfortable with kissing in general, the kiss tends to become what it should be.

Yes, this post is about kissing. Because I'm waiting for her tonight, waiting to kiss her and thinking about kissing her and therefore thinking about kissing in general. So that's that. The kisses are great, and so far we're great. Nothing is perfect, life is in the way sometimes, and the world is the world with all it's problems, but when i kiss her, all I can do is think about the next time. And you have NO idea how hard it is to walk into her parents house trying to hide the erection she just caused with a kiss. UGH!