It starts in the imagination of its taste in an other mouth, flows to the saliva, and snaps the teeth in the body. The kiss does not start in the tongue, but in the desire of the tongue in touch with an other tongue. It starts in the body, in the skin, it the innermost rhythm. The kiss does not want to be a kiss; the kiss wants to run away from the mouth to reach the body, to celebrate life. The kiss that wants the mouth wants the kiss that does not come from the mouth. The mouth that wants the kiss wants the kiss of a cherub with a painted mouth. The cherub paints its mouth, wishes the kiss that comes from the desire that gets fused to the semen, a flux alive, the kiss. The kiss salivates in the cherub’s mouth. The kiss wets the edges of the eyes, full of tears. The kiss wets the wet lips. The kiss arises. The kiss is confirmed when it slides along the body. The body slides when confirming the kiss. The kiss starts even before the sound of the kiss. The kiss exists before the mouth and there are several kisses living in all the mouths: dry, hard kisses, wet, noisy kisses, tinned, erotic, kneaded kisses.

Stolen kisses live in open mouths. Open kisses live in wet mouths. A kiss is worth more than a thousand words and the desire of a kiss is worth more than a kiss that is worth more than a thousand words. Exponent. A kiss is worth more than thousand saliva, more than hundreds of hurrahs. A well given kiss is so vast, so immense, that it can only be celebrated with kisses.