Loving Lips

I was back in Paris when it happened. As cliche as it may sound, I was standing on the Eiffel Tower looking over the city of lights, when I turned, grabbed the forbidden fruit that was next to me, and pressed my lips against hers.

As wrong as it was [we were in relationships with other people], it was the first time a kiss was more than a downpayment for later activities. That kiss was payment in full. A thank you for being there,  for opening my eyes to the functionally dysfunctional relationship I was languishing in.

They say a kiss shouldn’t be breathtaking; but rather it should be breath-giving. Like the breathe that God blew into Adam, each breath between you should be a cosmic birthing of your two separates into a cleaved one. Your saliva is the sacred nectar that eases your collective aura into a fictional world you create in your minds. One where you are both free, your spirits undamaged and your hearts unbroken; willing to love abundantly.

With your bodies pressed against each other, your hearts should waltz together. Melting in each other’s arms, you gift your souls to each other. Pouring them into  each other’s bodies through your mouths. The kiss becomes a  seal, ensuring that you remain contained in each other, so that you would become the vessel of their light even when you wake up from the dream you had created for that precious moment.

A good kiss is a secret promise; a memory that your hearts could use to find each other, even if your bodies get lost in the arms of someone else.

I had owed my paramour that kiss. And there were many times I wanted to pay, but had old “debts” I had committed myself to. That “debt” would always seem to reappear just when I had saved enough passion, feelings, and honesty to deliver that kiss with no regret, guilt, or shame.

My paramour was in debt too. I had never taken what wasn’t mine before and never endeavored to allow my own heart to be colonized by whoever was the next person to lay a flag on it, even if someone was already living there.

A good kiss is a secret promise; a memory that your hearts could use to find each other, even if your bodies get lost in the arms of someone else.

But this was different. She was no Christopher Columbus taking ownership of something someone had already discovered. My heart was Atlantis, thought to be forever lost, yet she found it. And instead of taking it, she convinced me to give it to her freely.

Atop that tower, I remember thinking time was running out. I knew that eventually someone would come looking for their own lost treasure, and that the time I had borrowed with her without her debt’s permission would come to an end. Life, obligation, and reality would force our return from the dream world we had created and our Parisian Kiss Affair would come to an end.

So I seized the day, handed her the newborn love we created, and let her mind birth the possibility of us. That kiss was the monument of her, built in the center of my heart. Larger than the Eiffel tower we shared it on, stronger than the reality we were running from, and more endearing than any words shared between us.

That kiss was a truth that could never be proven a lie, a  promise that could never be broken, and a memory that could never be tainted.

Though the shores of this Atlantis heart may forever be lost to her…though someone else may come along and rediscover what has since been lost again; because of that kiss, they will know that love was there and they will appreciate the inroads it made to my center, so that the journey is not as hard for the next one.

In honor of that kiss and in honor of all the kisses that are breath-giving in your life, I present to you, for your imbibing pleasure  two drinks for tonight’s Drink du Nuit:  The First French Kiss and The Long Kiss Goodbye

Drink du Nuit: First French Kiss

Ingredients:

1 oz. Vodka

1 oz Raspberry Liqueur 

½ oz Grand Marnier® orange liqueur

8 Mint Leaves 

½ Lemon

Raspberries

Prosecco Topper

Glassware: Champagne Flute

Instructions:

1.  Place 5 berries in the bottom of your champagne glass
2.  Add 2 mint leaves
3. Using a spoon, muddle raspberries until slightly mashed, but somewhat whole
4.  Add a Vodka, Rasberry and Orange Liqueur
5.  Add a dash of lemon juice
6.  Fill up glass with Champagne, Prosecco, or Moscato wine

Drink du Nuit: Long Kiss Goodnight

Ingredients:

1/4 oz vodka

1/4 oz rum

1/4 oz gin

1/4 oz triple sec

1/4 oz cherry brandy

1/4 oz peach schnapps

1/4 oz cranberry juice

1/4 oz Hpnotiq® liqueur

1/4 oz Blue Curacao liqueur

Glassware:  Wine or Martini Glass

Instructions:
Mix all ingredients except the Hypnotiq and blue Curacao in a shaker with ice.

Shake and strain ingredients into a highball.

Sink the Hypnotiq then sink the blue Curacao so that the drink is layered, pink on the top and blue on the bottom.

Comment Below and Let us Know:

What does a good kiss do for you?

A kiss is a secret told to the mouth instead of the ear; kisses are the messengers of love and tenderness.
~Ingrid Bergman

 

 

 

 

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