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Kissy-kissy...

It's a strange thing it is...kissing... I feel I am, at 40, very inured to the lure of a kiss...and from what I hear and the little I know, not many people are particularly good at it.
On the surface of it, it's pretty gross...saliva, bad breath, germs, non-skeletal organs twisting in battle...it should be enough to kill romance surely? we kiss in anger, we kiss to turn off thought, we kiss to turn off and turn on...we kiss out of affection we kiss to cover up hate...we kiss to maintain distance, we kiss to obliterate it...it's a pretty darn amazing gesture actually...
But somewhere in the deep recesses of the human soul is the need for that one perfect moment...we can live without it but we cannot live without the hope of it...

So what is it about a kiss that draws us so...in that perfect movie moment, when somehow looking into another's soul can only be sealed with a kiss...a pouring in of one soul into another through breath...in that one-breath stealing breath melding moment of togetherness...
it's a thing of beauty really that even my cynical self cannot deny...where there is promise...there is hope...and truly there is love...when there is dewy-eyed romance and the dew is in the audience's eyes even more than the participants...that is a kiss that is worth writing about...that is possibly a kiss worth waiting for...dare I say it?...Dying for...
So as I watch my latest kiss-y moment in the split second before the lips lock I hold my breath and pray for the protagonist's happiness..for a kiss a day can keep a lifetime's sadness at bay...

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