This Kiss...

sweetnpetite

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Put your sweet lips . . .
A simple gesture that can express love and reverence — or insult and betrayal. A kiss, Keith Thomas discovers, is never just a kiss



Look at these people! They suck each other! They eat each other's saliva and dirt! — Tsonga people of southern Africa on the European practice of kissing, 1927
In what must still be the longest single work devoted to the kiss — Opus Polyhistoricum . . . de Osculis — the German polymath Martin von Kempe (1642-83) assembled 1,040 closely packed pages of excerpts from classical, biblical, legal, medical and other learned sources to form a sort of encyclopaedia of kissing. He listed more than 20 types of kiss. These included the kiss of veneration, the kiss of peace, the kisses bestowed by Christians on images and relics, and by pagans on idols, the kissing of the Pope’s foot, the kiss bestowed by superiors on inferiors, the kiss used in academic degree ceremonies, the lovers’ kiss, the lustful and adulterous kiss, the kiss exchanged by couples sealing their marriage vows, the kiss of reconciliation, the kiss carrying contagion, the hypocritical kiss and the kiss of Judas.



It would not be difficult to prolong von Kempe’s list ad infinitum. For kisses take so many different forms. A kiss can be given in private or in public, by men to men, men to women, women to women, adults to children or children to each other. They can be unilateral or reciprocated. They can be on the lips, on the cheek or on any other part of the body. They can be blown in the air. A kiss can express deference, obedience, respect, agreement, reverence, adoration, friendliness, affection, tenderness, love, superiority, inferiority, even insult. There is no such thing as a straightforward kiss.

The conventions governing the use of the kiss as a gesture of greeting or farewell have, for most historical periods, been established only in the most fragmentary outline, and then usually only for the upper classes of society. What sort of gestures, if any, were exchanged on meeting and parting by two 12th-century serfs? When, if at all, did an 18th-century collier’s wife kiss her friends? These are not questions to which it is yet possible to give a confident answer.

But the kiss does have a history. While psychologists and psychoanalysts tend to write as if kissing has a universal and unchanging meaning (for Freud, the erotic kiss is an attempted return to the security of the mother’s breast), it is far from a universal practice. It seems to have played a less conspicuous part in either the ritual or the erotic life of most Asiatic, Polynesian or sub-Saharan societies, while in the West the norms and conventions governing its employment have, from the beginning, been constantly evolving.



complete article(recomended): http://www.timesonline.co.uk/article/0,,592-1647622,00.html
 
Damn but that's interesting. I'm writing in a scene right now abou a first kiss between two people. (Not an easy thing to do.)

Cat
 
I sit and watch as they look at me in confusion. I knew, as did she, how he felt about kissing, how he felt it was more intimate than even sex. He felt that to kiss another was to show a level of trust, a level of intimicy, a level of respect, and yes in many cases a level of passion for the other person that could be shown in no other way. Knowing this I just nodded and watched as they turned to face each other once again. I watched as this man whom life had beaten and abused until he lived on the edges, this man who had chosen to share his life as well as his name with me looked down at her.
She, this woman who had been abused and raped for the enjoyment and power of others sat upon my husbands lap and looked up at him in fear. Slowly as though pulled by fate their heads tilted towards each other. His hands remained in his lap, he knew she would respond badly to his laying his hands upon her at this time. Instead he allowed her to controll the kiss. Her lips brushing fearfully against his for barely a second before she pulled away.
Now he did move. Slowly, ever so slowly he slid his hands up her back until one was resting on her cheek and the other was resting lightly on the back of her neck. Leaning towards her he slowly lowered his lips to her. She in her turn lifted her face to his, her lips opening slightly in invitation as she lifted her hands to his shoulders then to behind his head. Pulling him down, holding his lips against hers as she met his kiss, she moaned quietly as they shared each others breath.
Even from where I was sitting I could feel the emotions running through them. Both of them were holding themselves in check. Not because of me but because of themselves. They didn't want to hurt or be hurt. That tenderness, shown in the quietly gentle desperation of their kiss moved me to tears.

Cat
 
SeaCat said:
I sit and watch as they look at me in confusion. I knew, as did she, how he felt about kissing, how he felt it was more intimate than even sex. He felt that to kiss another was to show a level of trust, a level of intimicy, a level of respect, and yes in many cases a level of passion for the other person that could be shown in no other way. Knowing this I just nodded and watched as they turned to face each other once again. I watched as this man whom life had beaten and abused until he lived on the edges, this man who had chosen to share his life as well as his name with me looked down at her.
She, this woman who had been abused and raped for the enjoyment and power of others sat upon my husbands lap and looked up at him in fear. Slowly as though pulled by fate their heads tilted towards each other. His hands remained in his lap, he knew she would respond badly to his laying his hands upon her at this time. Instead he allowed her to controll the kiss. Her lips brushing fearfully against his for barely a second before she pulled away.
Now he did move. Slowly, ever so slowly he slid his hands up her back until one was resting on her cheek and the other was resting lightly on the back of her neck. Leaning towards her he slowly lowered his lips to her. She in her turn lifted her face to his, her lips opening slightly in invitation as she lifted her hands to his shoulders then to behind his head. Pulling him down, holding his lips against hers as she met his kiss, she moaned quietly as they shared each others breath.
Even from where I was sitting I could feel the emotions running through them. Both of them were holding themselves in check. Not because of me but because of themselves. They didn't want to hurt or be hurt. That tenderness, shown in the quietly gentle desperation of their kiss moved me to tears.

Cat

Oops, sorry about that, just saw how I killed this thread. I must have thought I was working on a story.

Cat
 
Boxlicker101 said:
You must remember this:
A kiss :kiss: is still a kiss :kiss:
A sigh is still a sigh.
Actually, the lyrics are "just a kiss" and "just a sigh."
 
This day and age we're living in
Gives cause for apprehension
With speed and new invention
And things like fourth dimension.

Yet we get a trifle weary
With Mr. Einstein's theory.
So we must get down to earth at times
Relax relieve the tension

And no matter what the progress
Or what may yet be proved
The simple facts of life are such
They cannot be removed.


You must remember this
A kiss is just a kiss, a sigh is just a sigh.
The fundamental things apply
As time goes by.

And when two lovers woo
They still say, "I love you."
On that you can rely
No matter what the future brings
As time goes by.

Moonlight and love songs
Never out of date.
Hearts full of passion
Jealousy and hate.
Woman needs man
And man must have his mate
That no one can deny.

It's still the same old story
A fight for love and glory
A case of do or die.
The world will always welcome lovers
As time goes by.

Oh yes, the world will always welcome lovers
As time goes by.


The lyrics in italics never made it into the movie...

Dooley Wilson couldn't play piano...

Casablanca may be not only the most quoted, but the most misquoted of movies... examples: "Play it again, Sam"...never said in the movie. The "Beautiful Friendship" line so often used romantically since? Two men talking about a possible financial and business partnership.
 
SeaCat said:
I sit and watch as they look at me in confusion. I knew, as did she, how he felt about kissing, how he felt it was more intimate than even sex. He felt that to kiss another was to show a level of trust, a level of intimicy, a level of respect, and yes in many cases a level of passion for the other person that could be shown in no other way. Knowing this I just nodded and watched as they turned to face each other once again. I watched as this man whom life had beaten and abused until he lived on the edges, this man who had chosen to share his life as well as his name with me looked down at her.
She, this woman who had been abused and raped for the enjoyment and power of others sat upon my husbands lap and looked up at him in fear. Slowly as though pulled by fate their heads tilted towards each other. His hands remained in his lap, he knew she would respond badly to his laying his hands upon her at this time. Instead he allowed her to controll the kiss. Her lips brushing fearfully against his for barely a second before she pulled away.
Now he did move. Slowly, ever so slowly he slid his hands up her back until one was resting on her cheek and the other was resting lightly on the back of her neck. Leaning towards her he slowly lowered his lips to her. She in her turn lifted her face to his, her lips opening slightly in invitation as she lifted her hands to his shoulders then to behind his head. Pulling him down, holding his lips against hers as she met his kiss, she moaned quietly as they shared each others breath.
Even from where I was sitting I could feel the emotions running through them. Both of them were holding themselves in check. Not because of me but because of themselves. They didn't want to hurt or be hurt. That tenderness, shown in the quietly gentle desperation of their kiss moved me to tears.

Cat


Now... that is a kiss... and the feelings with it
 
woodnymph_O said:
a first kiss is a hard thing to describe alright

Any kiss is hard to describe if you want to include the emotional loading. (I don't know about anyone else but I have never run into a kiss that didn't have an emotional content of some kind.)

Cat
 
"The fundamental things apply.
As time goes by."

"Here's lookin' at you kid."

*sigh*
 
SeaCat said:
I sit and watch as they look at me in confusion. I knew, as did she, how he felt about kissing, how he felt it was more intimate than even sex. He felt that to kiss another was to show a level of trust, a level of intimicy, a level of respect, and yes in many cases a level of passion for the other person that could be shown in no other way. Knowing this I just nodded and watched as they turned to face each other once again. I watched as this man whom life had beaten and abused until he lived on the edges, this man who had chosen to share his life as well as his name with me looked down at her.
She, this woman who had been abused and raped for the enjoyment and power of others sat upon my husbands lap and looked up at him in fear. Slowly as though pulled by fate their heads tilted towards each other. His hands remained in his lap, he knew she would respond badly to his laying his hands upon her at this time. Instead he allowed her to controll the kiss. Her lips brushing fearfully against his for barely a second before she pulled away.
Now he did move. Slowly, ever so slowly he slid his hands up her back until one was resting on her cheek and the other was resting lightly on the back of her neck. Leaning towards her he slowly lowered his lips to her. She in her turn lifted her face to his, her lips opening slightly in invitation as she lifted her hands to his shoulders then to behind his head. Pulling him down, holding his lips against hers as she met his kiss, she moaned quietly as they shared each others breath.
Even from where I was sitting I could feel the emotions running through them. Both of them were holding themselves in check. Not because of me but because of themselves. They didn't want to hurt or be hurt. That tenderness, shown in the quietly gentle desperation of their kiss moved me to tears.

Cat


That was nice, Cat.

I've always wondered whether kissing was instinctive, or whether it's something you have to learn. Not all the technique, I mean. I mean just the idea of pressing your lips against someone else's.

It would seem to me to be more instinctive, but then, I'm very oral anyhow.
 
dr_mabeuse said:
That was nice, Cat.

I've always wondered whether kissing was instinctive, or whether it's something you have to learn. Not all the technique, I mean. I mean just the idea of pressing your lips against someone else's.

It would seem to me to be more instinctive, but then, I'm very oral anyhow.

From what I have heard, kissing evolved from licking dried sweat and parasites off other people. I think we've come a long way from that.
 
Boxlicker101 said:
From what I have heard, kissing evolved from licking dried sweat and parasites off other people. I think we've come a long way from that.

I have heard slightly diffeently, but in either case thank whatever gods you wish to that we have come this far.

Cat
 
dr_mabeuse said:
That was nice, Cat.

I've always wondered whether kissing was instinctive, or whether it's something you have to learn. Not all the technique, I mean. I mean just the idea of pressing your lips against someone else's.

It would seem to me to be more instinctive, but then, I'm very oral anyhow.


I think it's instinctive.

But I hope it's something you can learn for the sake of all the bad kissers out there! I've kissed a bad kisser and it was just no good.

My first kiss was so wonderful, I don't even know if I would bother to describe it. My stomach gets all tense and butterfly-y just thinking about it and my eyes litterally begin to water.

Later he teased, "who have you been kissing?" and told me I was a good kisser. (I guess he thought I'd had lot's of practice) I never told him that he was my first!:eek:

So either it's instinctual...

or it's from all that practicing I did on my arm!;)

I'm also very oral as well. I"m always always always eating -or chewing on a pen (I don't do that as much anymore, since I usually write on the computer) or touching my mouth or teeth in some way- it's amazing that I was never a smoker, although I've done it a few times it never seemed to catch on. I should probably invest in sugar free lolipops to keep myself from eating all the time, but I don't like that fuzzy feeling they leave on your tongue.
 
Boxlicker101 said:
From what I have heard, kissing evolved from licking dried sweat and parasites off other people. I think we've come a long way from that.


eww. I refuse to beleive that story!

I think it has to do with the breath (long associated with the soul)- a desire to share one anothers breath and by extension soul.

When my son was an infant, I used to love lying next to him knowing that we were breathing the same air and the same breaths. It was so connecting. And continuous like a circle.

the erotic aspects came later, and as a very oral person myself, I totally believe that it was associated with eating. Eating can be very sensual, and in kissing you use the same sences and so forth. You can usually tell if someone is going to be a good kisser by the way they enjoy a meal.
 
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