Do you remember your first kiss?
Did you feel butterflies in your stomach?
Reach up onto your toes?
Close your eyes?
Did you think you might stop breathing?
Was the kiss itself as wonderful as the anticipation?
I bought a book at Mckay’s Bookstore in Nashville a couple of weeks ago called The Kiss – a Romantic Treasury. It’s a collection of poems and sayings that describe one of the most intimate, exciting and anticipated moments in a person’s life. As I read through some of these anecdotes, I laughed, remembered, and a couple of times I even sighed out loud. Below are just a few.
“I have found men who didn’t know how to kiss. I’ve always found time to teach them.” Mae West.
“I don’t know how to kiss, or I would kiss you. Where do the noses go?” Dudley Nichols.
“Women still remember the first kiss after men have forgotten the last.” Remy de Gourmont.
“It is a strange sensation, a clumsy stumbling falling being caught, the broad sunlit world narrowing to the dark focus of his cushiony lips on mine. It scared me to death, but still I discovered how much I had been waiting for it.” Jane Smiley.
“…kisses are a better fate than wisdom.” E. E. Cummings.
“A kiss is a lovely trick designed by nature to stop speech when words become superfluous.” Ingrid Bergman.
“The decision to kiss for the first time is the most crucial in any love story. It changes the relationship of two people much more strongly than even the final surrender; because this kiss already has within it that surrender.” Emil Ludwig.
“I think he is going to kiss me. I wonder how I will breathe. I remember … it’s much better not to think things through too much, just to do them. So I do … He kisses me … His closeness must have an antihistamine effect, because, though we kiss for a long time, I am able to breathe.” Ellyn Bache.
“Every kiss provokes another. Ah, in those earliest days of love how naturally the kisses spring to life! So closely, in their profusion, do they crowd together that lovers would find it as hard to count the kisses exchanged in an hour as to count the flowers in a meadow in May.” Marcel Proust.
“… then I did the simplest thing in the world. I leaned down … and kissed him. And the world cracked open.” Agnes de Mille.
I recently posted an excerpt from Winter’s Magic under the tab above called Music City Hearts Series. I can’t share with you the first kiss yet, but I can reveal a little bit of the anticipation…
How would you describe a first kiss or the anticipation of it?