Kisses are kind of like snowflakes. No two are exactly alike. Some land softly on your lips, some come swirling at you in a storm of passion, some you expect, some catch you off guard.
Every kiss has a meaning. And although it seems like common sense to assume you only kiss people you like, sometimes I think the "like" has a different element to it. A little sumthin' sumthin' that I can't quite put my finger on...
It's like the usual tangling of lips and tongues suddenly turns into a waltz. And you find yourself dancing with a partner who matches your steps perfectly. And you both know it.
Maybe that's what it is: A sudden recognition that the great kissing might mean great other things. That maybe there's a brighter spark burning between you two than you initially suspected.
Whatever it is—an added emotion, a sudden groove you fall into—it's spectacular and mysterious and unforgettable. Like snow falling on 5th Avenue.
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