kisses deserve the sanctity of quiet classification
as in i know my categories, as in you should have some too
there is a difference between sloppy, satisfying and super charged white lighting boom
there are bitches who don’t deserve your lips
do not kiss them
be they beautiful beyond boundaries of sanity, full bodied with mass appeal for Playboy covers, masturbation fantasies and video shoots
bitches who have bitches they roll with, nothing more to say and contribute emptiness to the galaxy
you will be drained. i promise.
this is the cost of kissing a bitch. do not risk.
save lips. save semi-precious weaponery for butterfly kiss against brain instead.
there are girls you kiss in cum stained bathrooms against walls used for unprotected, unlubricated entering
anal or otherwise
half drunk girls whose names never existed, whose bare breasts fill palm of hand but leave no offering
kisses that satiate immediate need for validation and because fuck it, if she’s cute enough…
know the difference between kisses
it is a master skill, master yourself and the lips you use to say ‘hello’
there are women that must only be kissed under the glow of urban moonlight as the rush of weary whizzes by
miss this moment and mouth will wake up angry for the memory
women untamed, hair natural, attitude in balance with equator and lunar pulls
women with hips for children, breasts for worshipping and small smiles that are flashed for only you {in the moment} {hers for always}
there are muses whose mouths must be mounted in between ever moistening mounds of thighs and moments of unrestrained eye contact
take muse to museum
find Frida and Diego invite them to join
covered in acrylic murals, sex partner history and legend
take muse to private corner of altar
with one candle lit for every kiss
with one rosary bead counted for every droplet of sweat produced by overactive glands
say a fucking prayer and then say one more for her
let tongues guide secrets and stories of before this instance into bloodstream, into bowels, into pulsing brain waves
it is the only way for some things to be shared
there are goddesses who must be kissed between the loops of Orion’s belt
entangle Cassiopeia and make it Cosmic
create intergalactic group make out session that leads into milky way lovemaking
with my milk leading the way for fusion of constellations followed by rapture
kiss a Goddess once and you will always know what God tastes like
be a kiss ninja.
kisses are for girls, women, muses, goddesses, warriors, witches, spinsters, alchemists, semi drunken sages
and all those who believe that exactly where you are is where you’ve always needed to be
kissing is for poets, dreamers, motorcycle rebels, day laborers, night crawlers, early birds, and bridge walkers…
a kiss is always just a kiss
until it is both sunrise and sunset
know the difference
This post goes hand-in-hand with A-Camp’s How to Pick Up Girls with Gabby and Katrina
