On Kissing
I remember the first time.
Not knowing how it was done,
The heart-racing, dry-mouthed
Anticipation.
And I remember before that.
When young people gave advice
And demonstrated with a pillow
or a doorknob.
But it isn’t done in those
doorknob ways, young friend.
Listen to wisdom:
Kissing is just people
bumping mouths.
There are numberless ways
to do it, and they’re all
(except, perhaps, the occasional
tooth-bashing-oh-so-sorry ones)
a pure delight.
Slurpuly bumpulies,
open-mouthed snogs,
butterfly brushes,
lip-hickeys,
peckorinos.
You can suck her tongue.
Or she can suck yours.
Or you can work together,
to invent the Simultaneous
Tongue-Sucking Method.
If you want, you can place
your mouth over her nose,
and blow air out through
her mouth.
Chances are, after kissing
long enough, you’ll try it.
She will not like it.
At all.
So for now, stick to the
basics, and don’t worry about
doing it wrong.
It’s like sex.
Even grown-ups forget that sex
is just people bumping bodies.
There aren’t any rules.
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