kiss me better
May 27 
When I kiss you, I can taste your soul.
Carrie Latet
I am despondent.
I am deprived and desperate.
For something that I need to live and breathe has become painful.
I need to Kiss.
And I can't. It hurts.
You may remember the torment I have endured over the past two weeks, dear readers.
You may recall the diabolical pain I felt at the extraction of my dental nemesis.
The torment continues...
I fear the trinity of unholy molars are having the last laugh, their reign of terror reaching out beyond their toxic medical waste dump grave, paralysing me with their vile tools of Armageddon.
There has been a cruel and unusual price to pay for the death of those fiends.
Not only do I still feel the pain of their removal, I have been left with a patch of numbness on my lower lip.
It is the sort of numbness comparable with the side effect of any dental appointment. But for two weeks this has continued, leaving my lip paralysed and unfeeling.
Which was bad enough.
Until last night.
Suddenly, it was as if my lip was on fire.
Buzzing with rapid fire electric shocks, it stung as I touched it.
Burning and painful, even if I didn't.
So now kissing is out of the question.
Which is the most shocking turn of events.
Because I love kissing.
I kiss everyone. Sometimes on the cheek, sometimes on both. Often on the lips.
It is my mojo.
I crave the skin on skin contact of the kiss, the press of lips against flesh, the smell of skin as I breathe in the body of the person I want to touch with my mouth.
I kiss constantly. Daily.
My husband is smothered with my lips, my boys are kissed repeatedly, my little pets smooched with relentless vigour.
I simply cannot live without the deep and sensual pleasure my kisses bring.
And I love to be kissed, my mouth pressed by another's, their breath against my face, the smell of their skin inhaled deeply as I breathe in the touch of their lips, their tongue stroking mine gently at first, slipping shyly into my mouth, softly enquiring as our breath quickens, warm and hard and quickening as tongues twine and probe and press harder, harder, lips moving and sliding across the deep space that aches to be filled, our kisses urgent, breath quickening, forcing, probing deeper with the low moans of satisfaction and anticipation of what comes. yes, ahhh...mmmm...
But I am in torment. Because this isn't happening.
And it hurts. It hurts bad.
My kisses are swallowed and unfulfilled.
Oh, there is nose rubbing, cheek smudging, face stroking, yes,
but none of the deep pleasure I so desperately crave.
Perhaps it is Karmic Retribution for all the inappropriate, insidious and illegal kisses I have stolen over the years;
those clandestine caresses, drunken smooches and surreptitious moments,
naughty and nefarious.
Oh please let it not be...
I am nothing without my kisses.
Without the kiss I am a mere shadow of my former self,
my mojo as paralysed as my poor nerve endings.
I need the lip action like I need air.
Oh please kiss me better, please.
Without it hurting...too much...
Lips that taste of tears, they say,
are the best for kissing.
Dorothy Parker
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Reader Comments (28)
Here is some soft gentle kisses from me to you.
Let it land and linger on any part of you that doesn't hurt and may it help you to feel a little better.
Kiss Kiss Kiss
XXX
Thank you, thank you, thank you
Uncle Norman.
x x x
I can already feel their healing properties travelling upwards to my poor pouting lips.
And I am pouting...
Air kisses, darling, air kisses.
xxx
I do not dish out my lordly kisses freely, however under the circumstances I shall send you one whole kiss. Here you are:
X
I hope you do not mind a kiss from one with such a fiercely proud moustache.
Oh, Minx - "the fundamental things apply"
I don't mind postponing Paris for a week or two, if it helps.
Affectionately
Bill
Dear Lord Likely,
I think the fierce and proud accumulation of hair above your lip would only cause consternation were it to brush rudely against the tender flesh of my own pouting lips.
It seems that an incorrigible distance will prevent this from occurring in the near future.
Til such time I will treasure your one Whole kiss and hold it close my bosom, also pouting...
xx
Oh Bill,
An unfortunate turn of events indeed, but I have since been assured that it is the rejuvenation of traumatised nerve endings returning to life!
Ah, such pain...
but the pleasures of Paris await!!
Obviously French kissing is off the menu at the moment...
xxx
Is that side effect normal? Will it go away? I hope you can get back to kissing and you know, other intimate joys really soon :)
Hi Christina,
Apparently, vile though it is - and painful - it is something that can happen...
When I had my stitches out on Friday (and the lip area was still simply numb) I complained to the dentist who said that when the nerve is pinched or crushed it can sulk for a little while until life begins to flow back into it - and that can often feel tingly and sore.
Well this is bloody horrible and I can only hope it means that my kisser is being reborn with renewed vigour. Well, not too much. I don't want some monstrous rejuvenated lower lip to trip over!!
My excavated gum on the right is still sore and has been ridiculously painful. The dentist suggested I may have had the horror known as "dry socket".
Have you ever heard of a more diabolical combination for a poor Minx? A dry socket (good god, could it get any worse!!) and a horror lip!
It's more than any woman can bear.
And as for the curtailment of activities. Well!!!
It is horrible and my poor husband has certainly not had the attention he's used to...
Our happy home has been seething with barely concealed frustration, although today the lip feels marginally easier... (Tentative "Yay!")
I can always kiss the lips that don't have teeth... would that make you feel better?
I'd kiss you, but now MY lips and teeth hurt - blowing you a soft smooch, anyways - feel better, soon!
I tenderly kiss your neck and shoulders, but go no lower because you are married. x,x,x,x,x. Yum.
Until you recover, I suggest you enjoy the delights of being kissed on your fair skin.
I can only thank the grace of God that I am not blighted in other tender spots, Dwacon, despite the mention of the wholly unpleasant Dry Socket!!
I will accept seemly air kisses of course.
Oh Liz,
Poor Birthday Girl Liz!!
Whatever is wrong!!
I do hope you will feel better to enjoy your special day!!
Thank you for your lovely smooch.
I am sending one back to you.(X)
I hope there is simultaneous recovery for both of us!!
XXX
Oh no, here's hoping your lips are back to their full minxiness soon. In the meantime, heres some virtual kisses, mwah, mwah
Oh thank you dear GB x
That was rather scrumptious!
I do love being kissed on my skin. It is utterly and deliciously sensual.
I am simply mourning the ability to reciprocate without discomfort :(
I hope the delectable profusion of air kisses I have received will enable me to recover quickly...
XXX
Oh thank you Lola,
They were most therapeutic...but I'm afraid the minxiness is still a throbbing tingle of angry nerve endings.
:(
My kisses are swallowed and unfulfilled.
Oh, what a wretched fate!
Kisses are life
oh my darling minx...i shower kisses on you to stop this unbearable pain.
i can only imagine how being deprived of this delicious pleasure can be damaging and depressing.i will your lip to heal.i love kissing.i often tell prospective suitors that one of the standard rules of engagement with my minxy self is to love kissing.they gotta love kissing causei could kiss for hours!
I hope you get the full use of your lips very soon!
I have resolved my comments issue with wordpress now...thanks again for bringing it to my attention :-))
Kisses are the very essence of life, aren't they, Thinista...
Can this vile saga get any worse?
No, please don't answer that, cruel hands of fate...
I want my lip back!!!!!