I do. Soft, tender, sweeter than anything earth-ish, which left an unforgettable taste of a Philippino island.
Then there was another first kiss: demanding, wild, absorbing, exhilarating which left a taste of the savage North sea on my burning with desire lips.
Then there was another first kiss: blissful, full of gentleness and giving promises of forever young under a Southern sunshine.
Then there was another first kiss: shy, gently asking if ok to go forward, paving the way for an unbelievable make up sex in the midst of a marriage rebirth.
Then there was a silent first kiss where two craving mouths have never met and still experienced a feeling of ecstasy mixed with the fine taste of chastity and fidelity …
Some of us grow up with the stereotype that there is ‚only one first time’, incomparable unforgettable ‚the one and only’. I find it to be such a limiting perspective… My first stereotyped kind of kiss was a disaster I still laugh about.
My heart opened to terrific memories of other first kisses. Each of them is a first.
Each of them gets that award – The One and Only.
I have a strong inner feeling other Firsts will follow, anew, to renew my commitment to love and life.
Do you remember your first kisses?…
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