Kiss Slowly

Kiss slowly

 

It isn’t everyday that you are loved by a little child. A little child who is nothing but an adorable bundle of joy. All the child needs is to be p

 

icked up and you are ready for that innocent little kiss which would be planted on your cheek, telling you that you’re important. That kid might kn

ow what it is like to kiss slowly.

It isn’t everyday that a little girl likes you. You are that annoying adult who asks her to sleep in her own room, eat her own food and send her off to school every day of the week. But the mom

ent you buy her a toy she was eyeing or you put her to sleep, telling her stories of princesses and white horses, she melts and before closing her fluttering eyes, gives you a goodnight kiss. That little girl knows what it is like to kiss slowly.

It isn’t everyday that a little boy cries. He complaints abo

ut his teachers and all the homework they give. He had so much to study, he couldn’t watch his favorite cartoon or play with his friends that evening. After working so hard, he is still forced to drink milk. But after an evening nap, he gets up, crawls up to your bed and wants you to tuck him in. This boy knows what it is like to kiss slowly.

It isn’t everyday that your girl steps out of her comfort zone to see the world eye-to-eye. She leaves home for college and probably a job or marriage. She’s ready to flap her wings and to fly off the cliff. But before she does that, she gives you a kiss, telling you everything you ever wanted to hear. Your little girl, who’s now a lady, knows what it is like to kiss slowly.

 

Your son is getting married. His bride is walking down the aisle in that white dress. It is a time when everything changes. You are going to have a new daughter. Your family is going to expand. Your son will seal in a relationship that alters a hundred different lives. But before that, your son looks you in the eye and gives you a nervous kiss. He knows what it is like to kiss slowly.

Your grandchild is born. Those tiny little hands and legs scream purity. You just want to squish him because you love him so much. But you settle for a gentle kiss. You know what it is like to kiss slowly.

You are dying and your family comes to see you. You tell them you don’t need anything else, when you die. You just want them to tell you goodbye. And they do. Moments before you’re about to be lain down at your final place of

 

rest, the entire family comes in to tell you their goodbyes and kiss you on the forehead.  They know what it is like to kiss slowly.

You have taught them love and its expression. You have taught them to kiss the air and gulp in the fragrance. You have taught them to embrace life. You have taught them to kiss slowly.

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About TheBlackWallflower

I'm just your average unique person. I love to read and write (no surprises there, eh?) and think a lot. I adore Rowling and think Harry Potter should be a religion. I also hate pink. I love fluff generally because it makes me feel intelligent and I love poetry because it makes me feel different. (yes, references.) I'm married to Sirius Black. So I sign myself as The Bitch alarmingly often. Oh, and I love Mr. Darcy. And Jo Longo. And Chandler Bing. And Sherlock. (Yes, I'm a fantard.) And in case you want to drop in a good, or a critical word, feel free to email me: theblackwallflower@gmail.com OR, follow me on Twitter: @WallflowerBlack Enough with the babble. OkBye. View all posts by TheBlackWallflower

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