kiss silentbob i wish i could experience beauty in the physical sense again 010228 ... chanaka i wish i could kiss him...he's so far away. i could bring him closer with one touch of the lips...mmmm...i don't even care that he will taste like cigarettes 010228 ... silentbob i wondered today what it would be like to just walk up and kiss her. Just steal her lip virginity, rape whatever innocence she might be trying to maintain. i felt horrible afterward. i hate mixing pain with pleasure 010301 ... behind my back i can feel them stare off into the air 010301 ... stupidpunkgirl fuck. i just want to kiss you again, and to think that i was getting better about it, too 010301 ... the spork the top-40 station that introduced me to alternative music when i was in high-school, the station that can't make up it's mind about what direction it wants to run in for the last twelve years now, has been playing that Prince song since yesterday afternoon they never were totally decisive even back then, otherwise where else would i have heard siouxsie and the banshees, bon jovi, janet jackson, run dmc the cure, red hot chili peppers and sir mix-a-lot all in the same hour i smell another format change i stopped listening mostly when britney and the 98 backsync boys were vomited forth from the confines of the world of disney maybe they'll put a little funk back in their line up 010421 ... silentbob i want a kiss so badly right now but my lack of brushed teeth could hinder my fantasy with an onset of reality. dammit. 010422 ... soia kiss the sky and lay awake another night burn glow off your shoulder 010423 ... silentbob if i could kiss you you would die 010907 ... TiffaNeverTiff If you did, it would surely be a death without consequence or regret. 020730 ... megan kiss me and i will be still, kiss me and the world will stop. kiss me and i will never ever want to let you go... 030119 ... silent storm Kissing you It still makes me weak 080816 ... Risen I caress her naked shoulder blades. Slick with moisturiser, feel her back arch beneath my fingertips, and for a moment I pour all of my love, all my frustration into my hands. My heart screamed "kiss her" And my head denied it. But oh, how I longed to listen. 130309 ... raze i spent quite a few years wondering what it felt like to really kiss someone. in childhood and adolescent dreams, my brain lacked the adequate sensory information, so whenever i was about to kiss someone everything would get fuzzed out, or else there would be a horrible high-pitched zipping noise to ruin the moment. over time, my subconscious grew kinder and saw fit to gift me with a number of uninterrupted romantic dream moments, complete with what seemed like reasonable approximations of what kissing really felt like. the real thing was better, of course, once i'd done it enough to shed the initial awkwardness. and since then, dream sensations have changed to reflect the real-world information gathered from my lip-locking adventures. so every once in a while, i get to kiss someone who doesn't exist in the waking world, and i get to take my time with it. and there aren't words for what a strange and wonderful sensation it is to be both in the moment and removed from it, staring into a sleepy face while lips probe and tongues swirl, with easy access to all possible points of view. of course, i'd trade it for the real deal in a second. but it's a nice substitute during the off-season. 130310 ... flowerock I don't always like kisses involving tongues reaching into mouths. The texture and feel of a tongue against my own tongue, yuck. I feel a desire to kiss you this way though when you return tomorrow. Maybe I need to reconnect to you, consume you and be consumed. I remember the first time you kissed me. I hated the tongue feeling then too, and it was such a long kiss... but I felt past the tongueyness, it was one of the best kisses we've shared, one of my favorite kisses ever. You asked me "can I kiss you?" I am so glad that you asked, not just because I;m glad we kissed, but because it felt good to be asked. I felt respected and valuable and desirable and worth_your_time, that you felt I was all of those things. the asking made all the difference. You were so sweet and polite and loving. You hugged me to you for a long time, you kissed my head and squeezed me. We fell asleep on and off. You smelled like garlic and red wine and you. Your kitchen smelled like herbs and garlic too. In the morning we sort of made love, it was nice but I thought you were just being nice to me, trying to make me feel good and show me that I deserved to be happy.I appreciated that a lot too. I didn't think that you "liked"me or that we would hang out often or cuddle or kiss or anything like that again. I figured you could make any girl you wanted feel loved and special, I was just fortunate to be one of them. How nice of you to be so kind and sweet to your lovers and friends I thought, what a sweet soul. before all of this when I arrived that night, I sat on your kitchen floor, stressed, overwhelmed, defeated and running from my life. You were on the computer, we talked a little bit and you held out your hand to me, you standing, me on the floor, I reached up and let you help me up and take me to your ladder, but first I had to empty my bladder(haha I rhymed), I did that several times actually... as I always have. what was I saying again? OH YEAH. I love you, thank you for asking and kissing and loving me. can't wait to see you tomorrow!!!!!!!! yaaaaaaaaaay!!!!!! 140707 what's it to you? who go blather from