Kisses are interesting.
On TV and movies they are breathless,
They are whimsical,
They render men and women speechless.
But for me,
I’ve never had that, kiss.
Oh, I’ve been kissed before
Don’t get me wrong.
And not all of them were bad.
But I felt nothing. Not even a spark.
They were all duds. Zilch. Nada.
Nothing to mark.
But when I was kissed on the hand,
By a stranger,
After we danced,
My heart swooned.
And when I am kissed on the forehead and neck,
My heart pitter patters inside of my chest.
The idea of being kissed all over my body
Has so much appeal.
But once they get to my lips,
The moment,
For me at least,
Is no longer real.
Just a scene in a movie.
Just a tableau on a screen.
They make it look so beautiful
And it’s kind of mean that,
That’s the only “falling in love” kiss
We see.
I want a movie, when a guy loves his girl,
He kisses her forehead as he smooths back her curls,
And kisses her eyelids,
Her cheeks,
Her nose.
And a nuzzles her neck as he holds her close,
Kissing her gently there.
And with that we know there is love in the air.
