Before The Kissing Starts

Do you want to kiss me?

I will tell you how.

First, you must look at me. Look at me deeply. Look beyond my eyes. Look at my person. Look at my whole self. Drink me in. Take your time.

Show me that you understand me. You don’t have to love me yet, but you have to get who I am. You have to consent to the vibe I’m putting out.

And yes, it’s definitely a vibe. For now.

Your desire must be there. It must be clear and present, raging a bit, or at least building to the point where containment will be difficult for you. If you want to kiss me, I have to see it. Your want. I have to feel some heat. I have to feel it on your skin. When you look at me, I want your mouth to water.

You can show me your desire by touching your fingers to my lips. By telling me, without words, to just stop my incessant, foolish talk. By whispering, imploring me to stop being so nervous about us. By telling me what you see when you look at me.

Do you see a home? Do you see a dog we might share? Do you see a child perhaps, and bicycle rides and wine? Do you see us planting a tree together in the backyard after my mother dies? Do you see us sitting together on a bench in Prospect Park 50 years from now? You don’t have to be certain of these things, of course, but if you want to kiss me, you must also want these things. Because I want these things. With someone. Someday.

Before I part my lips and offer you my tongue, I must know that you are capable of love. I like that you want me. It stokes the fires of my confidence that you like what you see, but I need to know that you might also love me someday, just as I am.

Maybe you already do.

Use your body. Cover me. I need to feel some of your power, your protection. If you want to kiss me, I need to sense that you will protect my body with your body. Know that you might even have to protect my words with your body too. If it comes to that. Because I have spirited opinions, and I’ve proven time and again that I like to operate without a filter. My words won’t be locked in a box. I won’t be toned down, or silenced, or subdued completely. Unless you are kissing me.

If you want to kiss me, don’t rush it.

I am wearing a short skirt on purpose. Yes, it is for access. Look me in the eye as you slowly hike it up, and don’t look away. Not even for a second. Show me with your eyes, and your hands, and maybe even with your raised knee pressing up between my legs that you want nothing else right now but to feel me first. This is something I would like from you before the kissing starts.

Do you want to kiss me?

If you want to kiss me, I must want to kiss you back. When you know this for sure, when you see it surfacing, just do it. Make your move.

Lean in with purpose, and press your lips to mine. Do it softly at first. Move your head around a little. Apply a small bit of pressure.


It’s okay to close your eyes now. I want you to see me without looking anymore. Make sure your hands are cupping my face, or at the very least, please place them firmly on my shoulders. I want your hands to grip me gently. I want to be enveloped.

Show me. Show me that you are hell-bent on insuring my pleasure.

If you want to kiss me, you better know how.

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