Kiss me and you will see how important I am. Sylvia Plath

There is a hesitant breath before a first kiss. Whether it is the giddy excitement before an inaugural embrace or the fear associated with sharing a familiar lip caress with a fresh new person, there is always a gasp.

This short second is the actress waiting behind the wings, hearing the distant whispers of the audience. It is the moment a writer places his hands on his typewriter glancing on the blank paper. It is the captured ion of time when a killer stares into his prey’s eyes, and sees white desperation surrounding dark pupils.

This breath is the magic behind a kiss. This embrace is too simple to be anything more. What sorcery could possibly be in two pink fleshy lips interlocking? What enchantment is behind the serpentine paths of tongues? And what could ever be mystical about the gentle wet nipping of teeth? There is no spark in the mechanics of a kiss. None.

Today’s world puts too much emphasis on the choreography of this embrace. How far open our mouths should be, how much tongue should be involved, where our hands should be, etc. etc. A kiss has been lowered into a barbaric swap of saliva, much like the distasteful gossip between middle school girls. It has become a vulgar matter with such deteriorating phrases like: kiss my ass, making out, and snogging. People are made uncomfortable when couples even kiss in public, not because of the privacy issue, but how sexually charged the kiss has become.

A kiss should be the sharing of breath, of soul, of feeling. It starts with a single glance, a bond between two eyes. No touching involved. No clear intentions. It is a mystery but the single most important bond two people can share. The black pupils make an invisible iron thread from lover to lover, that grows tighter with every second. Than after the two have officially met, and it grows more clear that there is a connection, one reaches out their hand to the other. A handshake, a hand hold, a clasp between palms, that’s all that’s needed. The soul rushes through the veins and pounds through the palms, rushing towards their new companion. The soul and its mate are separated by skin and bone and meat. That is followed by more touching, a hug, an embrace, a desperate grasp around the others body. The electricity pounds harder for release from its physical prison. And finally there is release, through a single breath shared from human being to human being.

Words fade away here. All that can ever be said to one man to another can be told through this silence. The soul clings to the carbon monoxide molecules released through our lungs, brought to us from our hearts, that comes from our blood, that flows through our very beings. And that soul is then given to our counter, and our counter to us.Our past,present, future,ambitions, fears ,doubts, lies, truths, faiths, religions, lusts ,loves, hatreds, insecurities, and confidences are served on our lips, and our mate devours all this but chooses what he/she wants to taste.

If his kiss doesn't leave her breathless, drowning will
One simple kiss, if done right and effectively, can move one to tears of awe. And a simple kiss, if done wrong and deceitfully, can crush the other to the point of emotional suicide.