Tonight I am thinking about kisses of my past, their differences, the best ones, and the worst. The best ones I swear I can almost feel now, they so rocked my world. One in particular had the most movie style kisses, so perfect and romantic, the stuff that romantic comedies are made of. With him there were many memorable ones, in particular one winter night with a light snow falling. It was just warm enough that a couple could wander around hidng in easeways and breezeways, stealing kisses. And we did :). Our first kiss was one of perfect timing to, one of those were he just steals up behind you and grabs you when you turn, locking you in one of those head holding perfect passionate kisses....and yet, our passion didn't extend into any real relationship, we weren't right together. Another good kisser was one of my first loves, his were much more mature than his age. Even now I can look back and say with certainty that he was a very good kisser. But you have to wonder if they even know.
You wonder that because you can also remember all the bad kissers, and you know that if you didn't have the heart to tell them, then others probably have not either. They are so sloppy and wrong. Noses hit, teeth click together, you really wish you didn't have to spend one more moment kissing them. Just the thought of them now kills me :).
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