How many times do we rush past the lips busy with unbuckling belts, touch skin and press the naked limbs together?
We should be present with our tongues. Kiss for the things to lead up to more. The slow, the passionate kissing.
The neck kissing, the pulling closer. The grinding and heavy breathing. Touch with the lips, with the hands, with the heart. Touch with your presence in the room. Forget the anything else exists. Dance the dance. Take time to kiss, just to kiss.