Random Gusts

They happen at the most inopportune times.

Loved One might almost be wearing a tiny skirt, or you might be sharing a time-stopping kiss, when suddenly *random gust of wind*

But it's the kisses I want to talk about here. Usually, in my experience, the romance of the kiss dies somewhere around the second year of kissing the same person.

Badly Drawn Boy sang a song called "Fewer Words" in which he warns never [to] trivialise the kiss. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4KQpONbhzZI

It does happen to so many pairs of lips that they never find quite the right pair of lips to be mated to.

Sometimes, there is a pair of lips, a tongue and some teeth that fit together on a face of which the whole becomes so much more than the sum of its awesome individual parts, that one can scarcely imagine ever growing tired of clumsily placing one's own face against aforementioned face of perfection with as much regularity as one can muster.

There are the everyday, garden-variety kisses, sure. But provided it's the right person being kissed, even the casual, sometimes awkward side-of-each-others-mouth-greeting-in-public kiss, or the lazy sun-beating-down-on-my-back-and-I'm-just-enjoying-being-stuck-to-your-face-without-us-having-to-do-anything-else kinda kiss, they're all special.

And then there are those kisses that literally defy space and time. They cause rips in the space-time continuum. Where both parties connect in a way that renders all other physical activity for the foreseeable future incomprehensible. One simply cannot move. One is temporarily paralysed. The earth moves not. Time has, for all intents and purposes, stopped. The bugs have gone silent. The air stands still. Loved One's eyes are still closed, as is one's, and the pairs of lips are mere microns apart, lost - in that momentary eternity - for always...

*random gust of wind*

As if the universe hates it when two people freeze time by simply enjoying making out.