KISSING, what springs to mind when you hear that word?

AnnieA said:
I found this in the trunk with your letter jacket. Remember the night you ran for the winning touchdown? With two seconds left on the clock, you punched your fist in the air, then turned to the stands to find my face...
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among the crowds in the stands. Sitting next to your best friend, his arm around my shoulders, his lips whispering into my ear, his nose smelling my hair which was scented with lavender, while I slowly licked the vanilla ice cream cone which he had bought me.

Slowly you lowered your arm, is it over you wondered you wondered? Later you searched frantically for me, but I had left. Your best friend and I ran off into the night. I was wearing your letter jacket.

Years later, we ran into each other at a PTA meeting, and after a short courtship we married. Never speaking of that night so long ago until now. Here’s you jacket, I screamed, as I threw it at you. And the stupid ugly flannel nightgown you bought me after Henry was born. Take them both and remember
 
Aneeda72 said:
among the crowds in the stands. Sitting next to your best friend, his arm around my shoulders, his lips whispering into my ear, his nose smelling my hair which was scented with lavender, while I slowly licked the vanilla ice cream cone which he had bought me.

Slowly you lowered your arm, is it over you wondered you wondered? Later you searched frantically for me, but I had left. Your best friend and I ran off into the night. I was wearing your letter jacket.

Years later, we ran into each other at a PTA meeting, and after a short courtship we married. Never speaking of that night so long ago until now. Here’s you jacket, I screamed, as I threw it at you. And the stupid ugly flannel nightgown you bought me after Henry was born. Take them both and remember
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...how badly you kissed. But I had to do it to score that one home run to make Henry
 

AmberTea said:
The waffle love truck, was delicious, just what the ladies needed, and now they hurry
home to ravish their honeys in kisses. Aneeda with a smirk, hands her man the comfy
granny gown! He says " if we go relax together in front of the fireplace first with some
nice snuggling, then after, I will put it on, I want it to be like when we first met, all the
touches of our roaming hands, those lingering luscious kisses, let's explore the map
darling, and....

AmberTea, excitedly thinks of decorating her bed with the new cotton linens, and also
puts on her most sexy night wear, she looks like a delicious candy, she feels very attractive
then reminds her honey how much it all cost. He says....
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suddenly there is a knock on the door. AmberTea throws on a winter coat, the one she wore while shopping and answers. It’s Fred, Aneeda’s husband dressed in an old ugly dusty woman’s flannel nightgown, shriving on her snow covered poach; he is barefoot.

I thought, I thought, he finally managed to say, that she had forgiven me. I thought tonight was meant to be a new start to our marriage. She had my old letter jacket. She kept it all these years, and gave it back tonight. I put this silly old nightgown on as she wished. I thought we could/would rekindle the romance.

Then, then, old dear lord, she. He stops, suddenly, as a yell from the bedroom interrupts him. He looks, really looks at AmberTea, her nightgown falling below her coat. Oh, he says, oh. As her husband yells, you paid how much for this crap?
 
AnnieA said:
...how badly you kissed. But I had to do it to score that one home run to make Henry
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Oh, yes, Aneeda thought, things might be different if Henry was his boy, but he wasn’t. We might be able to rekindle the romance despite his lackluster kisses, but it was over. Henry was in first grade now. A smart, bright tall boy and I had a great job. Tonight was the night.

Henry was at Gaer’s. He loved her stories about Alaska. I got the jacket and nightgown from the trunk, planned my exit, and proceeded with my plan. Enduring his touch, those horrible kisses, until he put the gown on was torture. But finally, it was over. I had planned to leave but he ran out into the night barefoot wearing that old gown.
 
asp3 said:
Wow, this really shows how words are so different to different people. For me the words are very romantic and put me into a state of remembering such meetings. They are the words that came to mind when I was thinking of memorable kisses.
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Please don't take my quote/reply the wrong way, I was just poking a little fun at you, Asp. :)

Please accept my apologies if I offended you, because that was not my intent.
 
Aneeda72 said:
My husband and I have never been romantic people. Even the concept of romance seems strange to me.
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Me, too, in the sense of watching a couple dressed in formal attire, staring intently into each others eyes, whispering sweet-nothings, puckering lips and blowing kisses... it's always been a little too much for me to stomach. Whenever I see it in movies I need to pause the scene in order to get up and pop a Gravol pill to settle my tummy.

Then again, we live in a world where so much is fake today... fake butts, fake boobs, skin tucks and tightening, plastic surgery galore, fake hair, and the list goes on, so I guess being and acting fake (for some) fits right in.
 
Aunt Marg said:
Please don't take my quote/reply the wrong way, I was just poking a little fun at you, Asp. :)

Please accept my apologies if I offended you, because that was not my intent.
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No offense was taken, I was just saying that it's interesting that you got that from my words. On further thought I guess I can see how they can be taken that way, but I guess that's just the way my mind works. I can see those words as one of the lines in a poem about a romantic encounter.

Impromptu Poem
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Hands clasped exchanging warmth
Slow gait
Inner glow
Stop and turn
Eyes absorbing objects of affection
Slow movement towards embrace
Heads tilt in relaxed unison
Soft lips meeting tenderly
Arms increasing a loving embrace
Relaxed return to former state
Inner glow burns brighter
 
Kissing. I always thought a kiss was an expression of love. Thinking of the many ways & times a kiss is exchanged a kiss has a lot of potential.

We kiss before going to bed each night, we kiss anytime we will be apart. For example going to a store alone to pick up something.

Reason. If at our age, if death happens the spouse still alive will have a kiss as the parting memory. Because I always thought a kiss was an expression of love.
 
Knight said:
Kissing. I always thought a kiss was an expression of love. Thinking of the many ways & times a kiss is exchanged a kiss has a lot of potential.

We kiss before going to bed each night, we kiss anytime we will be apart. For example going to a store alone to pick up something.

Reason. If at our age, if death happens the spouse still alive will have a kiss as the parting memory. Because I always thought a kiss was an expression of love.
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A kiss can be an expression of love, but not always. There are many negative times where kissing is involved but not love. Sorry to burst your bubble, but reality is often harsh.
 
You came to the side of the bed
and sat staring at me..

Then you kissed me—I felt
flushed, and smiled at you..

Slowly your fingers traced my neck
as you pulled me closer..

what would happen next was an evening
of magic from head to toe..

Danny felt faint after the last kisses from
AmberTea, you have taken my breath away,
let us lay here and gaze upon each other..

AmberTea softly says to her husband,
the next morning "darling do you still
have concerns about the $$$ that I spent
for the bedroom makeover and my nighties?"

He replied back and said............
 
If you think kissing is an expression of romance or love-do not watch "On Golden Pond:"
Henry Fonda's statement to Katherine Hepburn regarding kissing will ruin you.
 
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