i won't think that kissing your lips will be like drinking from the fountain of youth because i'll be too nervous to even remember how to use my lips or my tongue and i won't know what to do with my hands should i put them on your arms? or on your shoulders? or at your waist? and what about opening my mouth? when should i do that? how much tongue is too much tongue? does my breath stink? do i have food stuck in my teeth? how's my technique? how's yours? oh my god, what if you're a bad kisser? after all this anticipation and daydreaming what if you sweep me into your arms and look into my eyes and say all the right words and then kiss me with basset hound tongue? -rjm 2008
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Jo McCrory is a writer and artist living in northern California.
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