When I first met my boyfriend on the street outside my house five years ago, he hugged me and then kissed me on the lips. Just as they describe in books and songs, the heavens opened and the angels sang. This man was hands down the best kisser I’d ever met. They say you can… Read More
Barely able to breathe, they cannot keep their hands from each other. In defiance of the stares from the lesser mortals in the room, they press against each other and search for warm, liquid lips.
What is the nature of that kiss that goes beyond more than acquaintances but has not yet evolved into the passionate kiss of lovers?
It is the first kiss — the one that takes place in silence.