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I have found men who didn’t know how to kiss. I have always found time to teach them. – Mae West
The kids in my old neighborhood were mad about kissing! I am not sure whether this was due to a proximity to the 49th parallel, a noxious substance in the drinking water, or an abnormally high level of red dye in our bloodstreams from ingesting copious amounts of Jello, lollipops, and popsicles. Whatever the reason, nearly every game that we played, from flag to tag to hide-and-seek, had some kissing component connected with it.
The boy next door, two years older than I, was the dreamiest boy on the planet. He attracted not only girls but also boys to play in his backyard. It was he who conceived and organized all the games with a complicated set of regulations that always ruled in his favor and gave him the license to kiss any and every girl he pleased.
I would like to report that my heart throb neighbor was the one who had planted the first kiss on my lips. He had so much practice, that I am sure he had perfected the art of kissing to a “T.” Unfortunately, one of his protégées tackled me in a round of tag and pressed his lips against mine before I could resist. Since then, every time I see a slimy earthworm lying on the sidewalk after a rain, I am reminded of that first kiss.
Model – Lauren DiMarco
Ha! Nice one..read at the right time of the day too. Great ending. And, an absolutely fitting image at the top. :)
I’ll have to say I would have done the same thing, LOL….HOPEFULLY you would think of something a little better than an earthworm.
Thanks so much for your comment! I really appreciate it! :) Best, Joan
P.S. Wonderful poetry on your blog – very original.
Thanks for responding! I have never associated an earthworm with any other kisses since. :) Best, Joan
P.S. I really love the photographs on your blog!
Great post! Such a well told story. There are certain types of fabric–a sort of hideous blended beige upholstery–that always brings me back to the days when kissing was this novel and daring activity for the folks I knew!
Thanks so much for your thoughts! I am now remembering a certain basement sofa fabric with great fondness! :)
Your flickr photographs are extraordinary!