In the past few days, there has been a lot of Stuff going on. Stuff with a capital S, indeed. A mere week after being given the key, we finally moved into our new place yesterday. This was after a week of going back and forward by car or on foot with all (well, half) of our worldly possessions in tow.
And it wasn’t exactly fun goings.
But there were many a times where he managed to pick me up. And he did that by kissing me.
His kisses are magical. You know how a really good kiss can make you dizzy and weak in the knees and questioning about why the hell your life doesn’t exclusively contain kissing? It’s that. Every time we kiss, be it fleetingly or full on snoggage, I feel better. It’s oddly comforting, that.
Think about kissing, though. It’s been around for as long as we have, probably. Cavemen kissed, I bet. How or even if they did it differently than we do now we might never know, but kissing is an ancient art.
A kiss is the act of pressing one’s lips against the lips or other body parts of another person or of an object. Cultural connotations of kissing vary widely. Depending on the culture and context, a kiss can express sentiments of love, passion, affection,respect, greeting, friendship and good luck, among many others. In some situations a kiss is a ritual, formal or symbolic gesture indicating devotion, respect or greeting, as in the case of spouses kissing at the conclusion of a wedding ceremony or national leaders kissing each other in greeting, and in many other situations.
Depending on the culture, relationship and context, a person may kiss another on their lips, cheek, head, hand and each of these gestures may carry a different social significance. The word came from Old Englishcyssan (“to kiss”), in turn from coss (“a kiss”).
And it used to be the dirtiest thing you could do in public. Imagine those people, way back in, say, Victorian England. The women couldn’t even bare their ankles because it was pure filth, let alone give a smouldering kiss in public.
There was a time when this was the sexiest scene in cinema.
From Here to Eternity made people weak in the knees, back in 1953. And it was all about a kiss.
My point being that kissing is awesome. And kisses, when done right, can make you feel ridiculously good. As did Loverboy’s kisses during this week of packing and moving things.
See, I do have a point.