Kiss And Tell

Yes and no! Do or die! To kiss or not to kiss. To kiss and not to tell. To kiss and tell a little. To taste and tell all. Some things you experience in life and you should really, really keep it to yourself. But excitement builds up to a boiling point and you can't take the pressure of the pleasure. You explode joy all over the place and just want to tell everybody. Be extra nice to everybody. And everybody can tell whether you say it or not. You feel relaxed and calmed. Delectation has it's own electricity radiating from within, so much you feel a flutter at just a mere memory. You remember on replay and it's like a hot remix resulting in a pulsating tickle. You think back to the things you say and all the naughty things you do. How you instantaneously found it even more liberating to break free from the norm. There are no limits. You up in there showing off. Playing and performing your part to the fullest. Boundaries are erased. Rules, well hey, they're made to be broken anyway. No more asking for permission, a pure submission. In the grandest fashion. It's amazing how it happens, right before your very eyes. Before you know it, you're grown. Doing what you would have previously deemed an absolute no no. Now you're fanatically addicted, can't go too long without a hit of it. It's art, raw, nasty and uncut. It's surprising spellbinding, captivating and hypnotizing. Innocently enticing, dangerously inviting. Climax, on repeat, with such frequency you lose count. Time suspends and all you can think is how to devise a way to feel this way at all times. If you could bottle it up and keep it close. All hands on deck, so much so you wish you could devise a way to sell it. You wallow around in the smell of it. Selfish with it, taking in every movement. Sucking up every second. Crazy and animalistic, an experiment gone horribly right. Carnal and untamed, uninhibited, renamed. Newly created play lists, newly discovered favorites. Uncovered addictions. An unfurling of restrictions. Crossing the line, going over the edge. Giving in to the sinfully delicious. Chanting in tongues, inaudible languages, indistinguishable sounds. Pushed beyond the beyond. Pleasure mirroring an ellipsis. It's almost impossible to keep this a secret. Some of us can do it and some of us can't. When you are choked for the first time...Of course what happens behind closed doors stays within the walls of the bedroom. And of course real women don't kiss and tell. And of course you would never tell anyone about the first time he spit on you or rubbed his you know what, you know where. And of course you don't want to show the hickeys on purpose. You don't proudly wear the scratches. A man would never tell his boys how she screamed out his whole name and then proceeded to spell it. Or would he? Or would she? Or do we? I mean they, yeah, do they?