A man leans in; his breath on my lips as they naturally part. He slides his warm tongue into my now watery mouth and my tongue joins him in a seductive tango. And then one of three scenarios occur: 1) Noses bump and dribble falls due to him inhaling my mouth. 2) He sucks the life out of my tongue as if it were a Good Daddy lollipop. 3) Our movements align as we melt into each other’s mouths like soil soaks up water.
The latter kiss is the one that tells me the man I’ve just kissed may be it. The former kisses, on the other hand, serve as a reality check, so I untangle myself from the embrace, subtly wiping my mouth. All I need is that one kiss to know whether I will see that man again, kiss that man again. Because one kiss says it all. Go to Love Trips: One Kiss to read the rest!
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