The Fine Art of Kissing...

[Always Sore]

There is an art in kissing? That's like saying "the art of sex." Sure, there's a karmasutra, but some people can do missionary their whole lives and still get a kick out of it. The art is inside every person and it's a different art to each of us. Kissing is a beautiful thing when it's truly welcomed and given out.

there is a art to kissing and sex its not just doing what you feel inside its learning to do what works. You don't drive a car without learning how to first and it's the same with sex and kissing. To many people think sex is a innate ability but its not you have to work and cultivate the ability and practice and reform and adapt and grow and improvise and study to make it the best you can. If you aren't working to be better and bring something new to the table eventaually your partner will get board.Being open minded and experimental with your partner as you grow and learn together and discover new ways or ideas can be extreamly fun and exciting.

[xxxLinda]

but


you still need to find the right person.

[xxxLinda]

and steer clear of hummus

[Deedee]

there is a art to kissing and sex its not just doing what you feel inside its learning to do what works. You don't drive a car without learning how to first and it's the same with sex and kissing. To many people think sex is a innate ability but its not you have to work and cultivate the ability and practice and reform and adapt and grow and improvise and study to make it the best you can. If you aren't working to be better and bring something new to the table eventaually your partner will get board.Being open minded and experimental with your partner as you grow and learn together and discover new ways or ideas can be extreamly fun and exciting.

I think I'm going to have to agree with everything you say here. Although that euphoric feeling in the beginning is often overwhelming I think a certain perceptiveness and willingness to learn and discover more all the time is the only way to keep a sexual relationship alive and thriving over time. And that includes kissing...

[xxxLinda]

There is an art in kissing?

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 karmasutra, that's all slapping.
or was that marquis de sade?

[Original Sin]

I love to kiss.  I find it a wonderful simple way to say lots of nice things to somebody without every speaking.  For example:

The other day a guy was walking the cutest little puppy in the world and I stopped him and asked if I could pet the little guy.  I played with the little puppy (damn he was sooooooo cute) for a little while and I still feel good about it.  Because he let me play with his puppy and I felt good I gave him a kiss on the cheek and said thanks, then I walked away.  Now he is going to think good thoughts, whatever those are about the kiss.  Thoughts that I couldn't even now about so I couldn't put into words.

A kiss is a very powerful thing in my books.

Kissing a lover is an entire different thing.  It is about passion but again it something I can't express in words because you can never truly know what the other party is thinking.  I put my feelings and passions into it and they will make them their own feelings and passions.  Nothing else can really do that as simple and as powerful as a kiss for me.


Then again kissing has got me in trouble, even got me fired. 

 

[Always Sore]

I love to kiss.  I find it a wonderful simple way to say lots of nice things to somebody without every speaking.  For example:

The other day a guy was walking the cutest little puppy in the world and I stopped him and asked if I could pet the little guy.  I played with the little puppy (damn he was sooooooo cute) for a little while and I still feel good about it.  Because he let me play with his puppy and I felt good I gave him a kiss on the cheek and said thanks, then I walked away.  Now he is going to think good thoughts, whatever those are about the kiss.  Thoughts that I couldn't even now about so I couldn't put into words.

A kiss is a very powerful thing in my books.

Kissing a lover is an entire different thing.  It is about passion but again it something I can't express in words because you can never truly know what the other party is thinking.  I put my feelings and passions into it and they will make them their own feelings and passions.  Nothing else can really do that as simple and as powerful as a kiss for me.


Then again kissing has got me in trouble, even got me fired. 

 

great now migs is running to the pet shop to buy a puppy..

[Migs]

wanna play with my puppy? lol

[Migs]

great now migs is running to the pet shop to buy a puppy..

damn just beat me to it! lol.  Great minds........

[Always Sore]

damn just beat me to it! lol.  Great minds........

or two dummy's..

[Migs]

ignorance is bliss..

[xxxLinda]

where are you leading me, oh enchanting houri, and how long shall i follow you upon this hispid road, planted with Thorns?  How long shall our souls ascend And descend painfully on this twisting and Rocky path?

Like a child following his mother I am Following you, holding the extreme end of your garment, forgetting my dreams |And staring at your beauty, blinding My eyes under your spell to the Procession of spectres hovering above me, and attracted to you by an inner Force within me which I cannot deny.

Halt for a moment and let me see your Countenance; and look upon me for a Moment; perhaps I will learn your Heart's secrets through your strange Eyes.  Stop and rest, for I am weary, And my soul is trembling with fear Upon this horrible trail.  Halt, for We have reached that terrible crossroad Where Death embraces Life.

Oh Houri, listen to me! I was as free As the birds, probing the valleys and The forests, and flying in the spacious Sky.  At eventide I rested upon the Branches of the trees, mediating the Temples and palaces in the City of the Colourful Clouds which the Sun builds In the morning and destroys before Twilight.

I was like a thought, walking alone And at peace to the East and West of The Universe, rejoicing with the Beauty and joy of Life, and inquiring Into the magnificent mystery of Existence.

I was like a dream, stealing out under The friendly wings of the night, Entering through the closed windows Into the maidens' chambers, frolicking And awakening their hopes... Then I Sat by the youths and agitated their Desires...

Then I probed the elders' Quarters and penetrated their thoughts
Of serene contentment.

Then you captured my fancy, and since
That hypnotic moment I felt like a
Prisoner dragging his shackles and
Impelled into an unknown place...
I became intoxicated with your sweet
Wine that has stolen my will, and I
Now find my lips kissing the hand
That strikes me sharply.  Can you
Not see with your soul's eye the
Crushing of my heart? Halt for a
Moment; I am regaining my strenght
And untying my weary feet from the
Heavy chains.  I have crushed the
Cup from which I have drunk your
Tasty venom...  But now I am in
A strange land, and bewildered;
Which road shall I follow?

My freedom has been restored; will
You now accept me as a willing
Companion, who looks at the Sun
With glazed eyes and grasps the
Fire with untrembling fingers?

I have unbound my wings and I am
Ready to ascend; will you accompany
A youth who spends his days roaming
The mountains like the lone eagle, and
Wastes his nights wandering in the
Deserts like the restless lion?

Will you content yourself with the
Affection of one who looks upon Love
As but an entertainer, and declines
To accept her as his master?

Will you accept a heart that loves,
But never yields?  And burns, but
Never melts?  Will you be at ease
With a soul that quivers before the
Tempest, but never surrenders to it?
Will you accept one as a companion
Who makes not slaves, nor will become
One?  Will you own me but not possess
Me, by taking my body and not my heart?

Then here is my hand - grasp it with
Your beautiful hand; and here is my
Body - embrace it with your loving
Arms

And here are my lips.  Bestow upon them a deep and dizzying kiss.






xxxxxxxxxx

"Secrets of the heart" Kahlil Gibran> author of the Prophet

[Mydavid]

where are you leading me, oh enchanting houri, and how long shall i follow you upon this hispid road, planted with Thorns?  How long shall our souls ascend And descend painfully on this twisting and Rocky path?

Like a child following his mother I am Following you, holding the extreme end of your garment, forgetting my dreams |And staring at your beauty, blinding My eyes under your spell to the Procession of spectres hovering above me, and attracted to you by an inner Force within me which I cannot deny.

Halt for a moment and let me see your Countenance; and look upon me for a Moment; perhaps I will learn your Heart's secrets through your strange Eyes.  Stop and rest, for I am weary, And my soul is trembling with fear Upon this horrible trail.  Halt, for We have reached that terrible crossroad Where Death embraces Life.

Oh Houri, listen to me! I was as free As the birds, probing the valleys and The forests, and flying in the spacious Sky.  At eventide I rested upon the Branches of the trees, mediating the Temples and palaces in the City of the Colourful Clouds which the Sun builds In the morning and destroys before Twilight.

I was like a thought, walking alone And at peace to the East and West of The Universe, rejoicing with the Beauty and joy of Life, and inquiring Into the magnificent mystery of Existence.

I was like a dream, stealing out under The friendly wings of the night, Entering through the closed windows Into the maidens' chambers, frolicking And awakening their hopes... Then I Sat by the youths and agitated their Desires...

Then I probed the elders' Quarters and penetrated their thoughts
Of serene contentment.

Then you captured my fancy, and since
That hypnotic moment I felt like a
Prisoner dragging his shackles and
Impelled into an unknown place...
I became intoxicated with your sweet
Wine that has stolen my will, and I
Now find my lips kissing the hand
That strikes me sharply.  Can you
Not see with your soul's eye the
Crushing of my heart? Halt for a
Moment; I am regaining my strenght
And untying my weary feet from the
Heavy chains.  I have crushed the
Cup from which I have drunk your
Tasty venom...  But now I am in
A strange land, and bewildered;
Which road shall I follow?

My freedom has been restored; will
You now accept me as a willing
Companion, who looks at the Sun
With glazed eyes and grasps the
Fire with untrembling fingers?

I have unbound my wings and I am
Ready to ascend; will you accompany
A youth who spends his days roaming
The mountains like the lone eagle, and
Wastes his nights wandering in the
Deserts like the restless lion?

Will you content yourself with the
Affection of one who looks upon Love
As but an entertainer, and declines
To accept her as his master?

Will you accept a heart that loves,
But never yields?  And burns, but
Never melts?  Will you be at ease
With a soul that quivers before the
Tempest, but never surrenders to it?
Will you accept one as a companion
Who makes not slaves, nor will become
One?  Will you own me but not possess
Me, by taking my body and not my heart?

Then here is my hand - grasp it with
Your beautiful hand; and here is my
Body - embrace it with your loving
Arms

And here are my lips.  Bestow upon them a deep and dizzying kiss.

HOLY SHIT!!!!! What was that?

 

Lisa

[Migs]

          I had a great Saturday night   

me too!, Saturday morning was pretty nice as well. 

[Migs]

 

you've been quiet up here

[~weed~]

  Hi flower  

[xxxLinda]

          I had a great Saturday night   

ME TOO, mate.  I went to one of the best parties ever.

[Medford]

oh, it's weed I thought it was...what was the name, megan bidilio or something?

[~weed~]

oh, it's weed I thought it was...what was the name, megan bidilio or something?

 I forgot the password to that one, that was just for Geo anyways.  

[xxxLinda]

HOLY SHIT!!!!! What was that?

 

Lisa

didya have time to read it?
poetry
Kahil Gibran> Secrets of the Heart.  It's probably my fave poem.  I love kisses

[xxxLinda]

me too!, Saturday morning was pretty nice as well. 

Like, Sunday about 2pm?

[~weed~]

ME TOO, mate.  I went to one of the best parties ever.

 I got spanked in pool and darts, (I did win one game of darts tho!! )   but that's okay cause, well, just cause.   

[Medford]

yeah I remember that, it was kind of cute.  Oh well

remember when I was flower for like two days?

[~weed~]

yeah I remember that, it was kind of cute.  Oh well

remember when I was flower for like two days?

yeah, that was real cute when geo posted my phone number   

   I liked it when we could change our nicks at random.  
   

[YoMamaBeenLurking]

I love to kiss.  I find it a wonderful simple way to say lots of nice things to somebody without every speaking.  For example:

The other day a guy was walking the cutest little puppy in the world and I stopped him and asked if I could pet the little guy.  I played with the little puppy (damn he was sooooooo cute) for a little while and I still feel good about it.  Because he let me play with his puppy and I felt good I gave him a kiss on the cheek and said thanks, then I walked away.  Now he is going to think good thoughts, whatever those are about the kiss.  Thoughts that I couldn't even now about so I couldn't put into words.

A kiss is a very powerful thing in my books.

Kissing a lover is an entire different thing.  It is about passion but again it something I can't express in words because you can never truly know what the other party is thinking.  I put my feelings and passions into it and they will make them their own feelings and passions.  Nothing else can really do that as simple and as powerful as a kiss for me.


Then again kissing has got me in trouble, even got me fired. 

 

If only this was Gen Tops....Damn this board is a tease