A Kiss is Still A Kiss by Barbara Quinn

Who doesn’t remember that first kiss? I don’t mean the little pecks here or there. I mean the first heart-stopping, breath-taking away, knee wobbling touching of lips to lips. Oh, I could melt right now remembering that winter night when young Bobby Shanley turned my face up beneath the lamp post and looked at me through dark snow-studded lashes. My heart raced madly. I fit into his arms perfectly. Our breath curled around us and we pressed close. It was achingly cold, when he leaned in, and gently pressed his lips to mine. His mouth was warm, inviting, and my insides melted and puddled. In spite of our winter coats I could feel the energy and warmth pouring from him and from me. It was pure life force and it was heady. I never wanted that kiss to stop. Pure happiness, pure life.

Now, how can we not be grateful for the ability to kiss? To send the heart of another human racing with one simple, sweet touch is beyond compare. Kisses can playful, sensual, and planted in more places than anyone can imagine. Physical intimacy is one of the wonders of life, and one for which I will forever be grateful.

Nature is beautiful but a kiss is divine.