The Art of the Kiss

Do you know this man?

He knows a secret too many men forgot, or sadly, never learned. That even though a quick and dirty jab of the tongue and a rough manhandling of the rest of the body might lead to some sort of sexual gratification, the long, wet kiss that lasts an hour will make a woman weak in the knees and leaves her yearning for more.

We forget how gratifying a mere kiss can be. The intimacy created with a slow session of lip-on-lip action cannot be rushed.

When he leans in and softly presses his lips against hers, waits for her to respond, and doesn't immediately shove his tongue inside but teases her with the tip, that's a talented man.

When he pulls back and lets her catch her breath before attacking her with another tender kiss, a little harder than the first, that's a keeper.

When he finally opens his mouth, she won't even notice the stubble rubbing against her face. She's lost to the soft dance he's creating with her tongue. Hands in her hair, arms wrapped around each other, small moans escaping from them both.

She cannot get enough.

The extended make-out session, with no ulterior motive beyond the sweet kiss, where all action is on top of the clothing and stays mainly above the waist, is all but lost. Sexy, and oh-so-rare.

I'm shuddering just thinking about it.

And that is the sign of a VERY good kiss.