Kiss kiss bang bang

There other day I was Looking through a local daily was accosted by graphic images of a really horrible kiss. I could tell it was horrible because the face of the recipient of this rather disgusting suction process was unnaturally contorted!  The poor lady looked like she was in pain as the fellow literally shoved a six foot tongue down her throat! The things we do for love I mused as I continued perusing through the Daily Onion. I found myself traveling down memory lane to the time when I got the practical illustration of a fabulous kiss.  I was still fairly young and naive when I met Jonah, very bookish and sort of didn’t fit the bill of a fun guy but interesting none the less. He won me over with his quirky conversation and knowledgeable mind. Back then I still lived with my parents and hadn’t quite taken on my current street cred. We would met in the evenings after I had done my chores and take long walks around our modest suburbs of Namuwongo after Kisugu. One day our walk ended early so he walked me back home and I invited him in to look at my stone collection and wacky secondary school pictures. I have no idea when the mood suddenly changed from light banter and teasing to sexual tension. I was seated on the floor engrossed in showing him my favorite stones when he placed his hands on my shoulders. ‘Stand up’, he said.  As if hypnotized by his gaze, I stood up without breaking it. ‘You have such kissable lips’, he said. ‘So I have been told’, I replied huskily. He traced his finger on the outline of my bottom lip as he cradled the side of my nape. Slowly his lips lowered to mine. Oh my God! Nothing prepared me for sensations that ran through me! I was hot all over and my knees were weak from that onslaught of feeling. Jonah`s lips were so soft and moist. It was the right kind of pressure and moisture…neither to dry nor too wet…just perfect.