Well do I remember my first desire to kiss a boy.
He was in my history class sitting a chair behind and to the left. HE HAD DARK HAIR AND DARK EYES TO BOOT. THAT WINKED AT ME WHEN EVER I LOOKED.
He had experienced a young girls kiss and he thought maybe I would like to take a sip
Of the knowledge he had found upon another's lips.
Yes! My heart leapt.
and I was happy I did.
for I pounded with the lust
of knowing anothers touch.

We met outside an old clap board house along a river creek.
And together we walked with purpose across the tree shrouded street.
To an old grey wood shack and closed the door.
We watched each other for a second no more.
And he kissed me right then and there.
We knew what we had come this way for.
I at the time had no anticipation.
Nor any romantic inclinations.
For my maturing young life I required this kiss infatuation.
I saw what I wanted. He offered it to me. I took it.
I wish It was that easy now.
Too many things get in the way.
Our Ideals. Our requirements. Our pride.
What I need eats me up inside.
I want way too much
and somehow don't get enough
But when I think back
I did have my womanly flesh grasped firmly.
And It was good.
The Lovers I had were worldly.
I took life's delights wherever delight stood.
I wish it was that easy now.

I never had a desire to kiss a boy...*s

How about a girl then.
What's It feel like to kiss a girl?
Or a woman for that matter.

*sniffels* those peoms were wonderful!!! I've never been kissed but i have the desire to kiss a boy-which my family does not understand because i am such a tomboy! lol...or was a tomboy...

Balmy sea breezes and moonlite nights
Making love by candle light
I'm in your arms and I'm sailing away
I'm on a heading toward Biscayne Bay

Oh, the wretched agony deep within my soul!
The pain I feel when I look upon your face,
I age by months for the days of not paying that toll
The Token -- that payment of blissful grace.

The cost of the Token, I am afraid,
Would be too great for me, as for any man to pay.
But how I long, how I yearn, for that sweet bliss
That could only be bought by your tender kiss.

On a chilly night of the darkmoon, the sky scattered with stars like distant diamonds, we sat close together for warmth. I had forgotten my jacket and she held me close to warm me. We sat in the swing and we kissed, and the magick of it all made me forget the damp cold, and for a few moments--filled with light even in the night's darkness--I did not shiver but for the bliss of her touch, the feel of her generous body against mine and her full lips on mine...our tongues danced with each other...I wished for the opportunity to do more than kiss, or to kiss more than just her mouth, but that would have to wait for another time... In the meantime, I will have the memory of the kiss she laid at the base of my throat, soft and erotic and very tender. I shall know that our love has been sealed by this sweet and special bond: The Kiss.

i think that ends it nicely *grin*

*bravo* to all players .....

A touch, a memory heard song
It dances through me.

A kiss from days past
filling me.

Then it is gone.

I am left
caressing mist.

In my heart you sleep,my arms a part of you
in sleep ,whispers fall with snowflakes
to drift ,memories swirl,your voice,your laugh
bring tears,my quiet time is filled with your name
my dreams are cliffs,and meadows and woods
mornings with sleepy kisses
the promise of wicked laughter
you are my strength and my weakness
In Gods hands i await life
be that its His wish,my only prayer.
sleep my only way to you,come sleep
my love awaits~

While in a dream I float.
I soar to the heights of the most exaulted.
I dream of you.
You come when you are not asked.
Yet, It is all that will do.
My mouth parts and you respond to my touch.
Oh! lord am I asking to much?
My body arches. My love is here i do state.
I suck the juice your tongue does make.
Between my legs my lust does quake.
I quiever and shake and I do wake.
No! I lamented. I do not wish to be.
Here among reality. But among the faery.

Celtic folksong is filled with these aching songs of unfulfilled love and sexual longing; fair maidens whose sweet uplifted song attracts the attention of handsome Danann lords on horseback, or even mortal cattle herders who desire the kiss of the fairest country caillean, who gently refuse them ("Pray, sir, and leave me be.").
One of my favorites, however, comes from The Strawbs' "Out in the Cold":
"I sucked on your breasts/Your legs opened wide/I could scarcely believe all the pleasures inside/But now I know how it feels to be old/Out in the cold...."
Oh, that's a little too familiar...but at the same time, so wonderfully erotic...

Oh, would that my beloved
Were here with me, beside me
Soft, smooth, naked flesh and sweet kisses
...you, a stor mo chroi, the one my heart desires most,
Your flaming red hair mine to touch,
Your full white breasts against me, nipples hard
when brushed by my lips,
Your belly, your mound rise, steaming, to my kiss
I enter you, your legs round me, our arms round each other,
We kiss as we make love, passion pure and unbridled
In beams of morning sunlight I kiss your neck
You cry out in pleasure with each thrust, I moan your name, the most beautiful sound to my ear
And at the point of climax, we look into each other's eyes, mine blue, yours hazel
Together we cry out our passion--yes! yes! yes!--and at last collapse,
beside each other. We gaze upon each other
you smile into my eyes, tears of joy stand in yours,
You gently whisper, "I love you."...
...and from this unfulfilled dream, I awaken.
The bed is cold next to me.
Despairing, I weep for you were just here...
Oh, when will I see my love again?
When will we share each others' bodies?
When will I have you forever?

I love you, my kitten, my lady, though you don't hear.