My Last Kiss ...
Was one that was definitely unexpected and, well, I guess needed.
I won’t go into the details of my last kiss, because that’s just a bit awkward for me and I’ll stick to the golden rule “Don’t Kiss and Tell.”
But I’ll tell just a little bit ;P
I’m still not sure how I feel about it, but it happened and it was nice. At least the guy he’s a handsome one who is a good kisser.
I still had someone else's kiss lingering on my lips ... its memory still freshly pressed on mine.
You know when you eat something that just doesn't taste right so you’re told to eat a cracker to cleanse your palette? Well that’s what my last kiss did for me.
I couldn't take having the last person I kissed already done gone kissed somebody else, and me here still reminiscing those past sweet smooches.
So I really needed to change that and I did. It was fun.
Speaking of reminiscing on past kisses, there’s been three times in my life where a kiss has left me breathless .. this last one wasn't one of those moments, but gosh, I have to say I love a kiss that makes you feel like fireworks are popping in the night skies — just for you two.
I love getting kissed — the really passionate ones, the really sweet slow kisses, tired lazy kissing, blowing kisses, stealing a kiss, getting kissed awake, kisses on the forehead and on your cheek — but who doesn't, right?
The best have to be the one’s you share with someone you really love. They warm up your entire heart and make you feel like you’re floating through the clouds ... usually leaving a cheesy smile plastered on your face for hours.
Sigh ... to be in love and be kissin’.
