Morning Kisses
Isn't it so romantic, when you're in love with someone, and you wake up in the morning and you both have yucky morning breath, yet you still kiss? See, that's love.
I'm not talking about a little peck, either. I mean that sort of kiss where you start out slowly, gradually getting used to the morning breath of the other person, and you're both embarassed by what you know is the sick taste of your mouth, yet you both keep going, touching tongues a little more, a little more, until you've both swapped enough saliva that it's some sort of hybrid morning bacteria that neither of you can taste? And then you have sex?
I think it's romantic, anyway.
I'm not talking about a little peck, either. I mean that sort of kiss where you start out slowly, gradually getting used to the morning breath of the other person, and you're both embarassed by what you know is the sick taste of your mouth, yet you both keep going, touching tongues a little more, a little more, until you've both swapped enough saliva that it's some sort of hybrid morning bacteria that neither of you can taste? And then you have sex?
I think it's romantic, anyway.
posted by Juliet is Bleeding... | 4:12 pm
Your second sentence is correct (as far as I'm concerned, anyway), and it's simply another part of love, no? The fact that you're so comfortable with your partner, that you're both 'one' with each other?
Not just on the physical level, but on the mental level as well. You are more able to share parts of yourself that you wouldn't with others.
The metaphor in what I was saying was that you can share filthy morning bacteria with each other and deal with it together, in the same way that you can share your deepest secrets and fears and deal with them together.
But at the same time, the bacteria remains, you just can't taste it - in the same way that perhaps your troubles remain, you both just share, reassure and blind yourselves to them.
But now I'm going too deep...
(physically; it is some horny shit, though)
This is the same dynamic that allows lovers to pop each other's zits and extract blackheads in hard-to-reach places, wax ass-hair, and take a shit with the door open so their lover can know them in every way. That's true love. It's so totally giving and unselfish and sexy.