"If I can't love you
I don't want to love you
If I can't hold you
I don't want to be thinking of you
And if you don't want me
I don't want to want you
And if you won't see me
I don't know what to do
But oh keep watching you
Until I see right through
Oh I keep watching you"
Melissa Etheridge, Watching you

Susannah – "I love Kissing women..... Their taste, warmth all intensified by the tease of their gentle tongue"

I remember coming out to my mother and her saying to me, "A kiss doesn’t count & That it takes more than a kiss to be a lesbian" Lets just say the kiss is where I started.

First real non innocent kiss was Rihanna when I was in boarding school, I was about 13/14yrs old and got banded from sleeping in the same house as her because the staff kept finding us in the same bed every morning.

Best kiss would have to be Jo, she was the first baby butch I ever Dated and I loved having the power taken from me.....;-)

Quote's I live by:::::

Soul meets soul on lovers' lips. ~Percy Bysshe Shelley, Prometheus Unbound

If you are ever in doubt as to whether to kiss a pretty girl, always give her the benefit of the doubt. ~Thomas Carlyle

Love's first snow-drop, virgin kiss. ~Robert Burns

A kiss is just a pleasant reminder that two heads are better than one. ~Author Unknown

Were kisses all the joys in bed,
One woman would another wed.
~William Shakespeare, Sonnets to Sundry Notes of Music, IV

MY FAVORITE!!!!

"May I print a kiss on your lips?" I said,
And she nodded her full permission:
So we went to press and I rather guess
We printed a full edition.
~Joseph Lilientha

Kate – I love kissing. Kissing is the punctuation of peopled essays we call relationships. It is the very breath of Love, the graffiti art of the slag and the poetry of lust. I love the tearstained kisses that fill in for the words we cannot say. The hoodwinked kisses of unavoidable affairs. The glittery kisses that celebrate a friendship. The slur-drunken first date kiss. And the haunted kiss that is not ready to say goodbye. I believe I was meant to write about my first kiss but why shadow this tribute with that. First kisses are fumbled and deflated but like most life they mature in into finer things - in this case those things are fireworks. To me a good kiss is one you get lost inside, so absorbed that you can not feel the rain, hear the city or remember time. Kisses are the language of our hearts. Writing this I have started to understand why I love them......... it is because I they do not lie.

First Kiss

I love kissing. Kissing is the punctuation of peopled essays we call relationships. It is the very breath of Love, the graffiti art of the slag and the poetry of lust. I love the tearstained kisses that fill in for the words we cannot say. The hoodwinked kisses of unavoidable affairs. The glittery kisses that celebrate a friendship. The slur-drunken first date kiss. And the haunted kiss that is not ready to say goodbye. I believe I was meant to write about my first kiss but why shadow this tribute with that. First kisses are fumbled and deflated but like most life they mature in into finer things - in this case those things are fireworks. To me a good kiss is one you get lost inside, so absorbed that you can not feel the rain, hear the city or remember time. Kisses are the language of our hearts. Writing this I have started to understand why I love them......... it is because I they do not lie.

First Kiss

I widen at
The gentle procrastination
As your mouth hovers
Tempting me with your kiss
Beam!
My body gear slips
For this meeting of our lips
The way they fit
You kiss is like a plug clicking into its socket
Your are a trigger
For my goose pimples to alight
Like fairy lights they twinkle under my surface
Shimmering skin spins
As our lips skim read each others shapes
Testing the mouth ocean with our tongue toes
Winding up temptation
Warming up tension
Leaving breath - taste- gaps for invention
Back -filled with a steamed yawn space
Head's moved into a fuzzy phase
Hearts are begging to race
Our false starts quicken
As we build up courage
In this want forage!
Then, for an elongated mini second,
We stop!
Mouths frozen in their game of twister,
So the lips can shake on it!
Agreeing to orally confess our crush.
Our kiss is now a copious crunch
Fired with Lust
The fuel
That petrols our hands and bites,
And tongues and sounds,
You sink into my cells
My stomach melts
Rolling round
Like the swirl on a snail shell
An eternal internal spiral
All of what you are rings it's bell
........ In me
My senses are succumbed to you
(These kinda kisses scare me to)
All that I am is
Tunnelled to -
YOU
I Want You
We hear nothing of that flat place around us
Just each other's body buzz
Ahhhhhhhhhhhssss
Rushing down this private highway
Lifting off the runway
We fly fly fly - OUR way!
Until...............
The......kiss......slows,
Floating us down to earth,
Like an unspoken knowledge,
A deflating balloon.
Its turns back into timid lip misses
Affection presses
-And grin slights
As the situation seeps back into Mind's sight
Creeping cold
Blush behold
We are not one but two!
I Smile
Thinking "I just kissed you"