Kissing is underrated. Maybe because people don’t know how to do it right. People kiss with the sex appeal of a dead fish instead of a couple of lovers. There’s no poetry in kisses and this is why I’m still single. People worry about keeping sex hot over time, but they forget that there is no good sex without good kissing. So there's something I’d like to say to my future lover: Kiss me. I want you to really kiss me, in every single way you know and with every single good, sincere feeling you have. I want you to kiss me as the dusk colors kiss the waves in the ocean. Kiss me like in a love story, moving even the coldest of hearts. Kiss me like the clouds in the sky, dancing with the summer breeze. Kiss me, as cliché says, as if nothing else around us existed except for now, this kiss. Kiss me like burning. Kiss me like fire, like sex without touching (thanks Björk). Kiss me as if the world was ending and this is our kiss only chance to be. Kiss me and hypnotize me, making me follow you saying, “hello, I love you, won’t you tell me your name?” (thanks Jim). Kiss me like you mean it, cutting off my circulation ‘cause you’re kissing me so hard. Kiss me like fireworks, making you think you’ve never felt this way before and there’s nothing in this life anymore that you care about because all you care about is this erotic explosion in your mouth.
The Doors - Hello, I Love You
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