When it comes to love there’s a song for every woe, every condition, every trial and tribulation, every jubilation and, of course, every question. Just ask Aretha: “Does he love me?|I wanna know!| How can I tell if he loves me so?| …It’s in his kiss!”
Indeed, if you ever find yourself wondering, “does he love me?” just let his lips lock with yours, and surely you’ll find your answer there.
The Language of a Kiss
We’ve all been at the receiving end of both good kisses and terrible smooches. A good kiss leaves a sweet taste on our lips and has us hankering for more. It’s the right proportion of tongue and lip infused with desire blended with the unexpected and finished with the promise of more to come.
There are passionate kisses — the deep kind that barely let you breathe.
There are hungry kisses — ones that begin quickly and lead just as quickly to bedrooms.
There are slow kisses.
Each kind has its place, each belongs to a particular kind of relationship.
But there’s a difference between a “good” kiss and a “true” kiss.
Don’t start calling me Sleeping Beauty or Snow White or whatever fairy tale princess du jour requires a peck from her one true love in order to awaken from an eternal slumber (or rescue her from Singledom, as I like to call it in the real world.) I’m being serious here…
My ex-boyfriend had a handful of qualities that made him a worthwhile emotional investment. But of all the things that made me fall in love, it was that he kissed me like every kiss was our last. There was total abandon of self when his lips met mine. And it was easy for me to follow suit.
There’s no real morsel of advice here, just an observation. When you’ve kissed a lot of toads in your day, you’ll know when its different.
Hold out for the Prince who kisses you like he needs your breath to breathe.