We were catching up, laughing like there was no tomorrow,
and then she had to mention it – the Kiss.
I get a tingle every time my girlfriends tell me about the Kiss.
There is always one guy who knew how to kiss you, and how it
felt like you melted in his arms and the heavens enveloped around
you.
Ahh… the kiss.
As both my girls were describing their own versions of ‘The Kiss’,
I could see all of us turning googley-eyed.
It’s true, we may whisper, giggle, groan about more intimate
experiences but when it comes to the Kiss, it’s like all us girls
turn into mush. Khayal maksimum.
She told us that it hit her like thunder.
Another told us the kiss lasted for hours, and felt like
the most amazing thing ever.
All of us went sigh sigh sigh and all that typical girlie nonsense.
We all said that even if the relationship wasn’t meant to
be, or didn’t work out, or could’ve,would’ve, should’ve,
the Kiss just took the memory of that man/boy/hunk
to a whole new level.
Because that’s the power of a real good kiss, isn’t it.
You will never, ever forget it.
I will never tell the man who gave me the Kiss that his was The Kiss.
*blush*
That’s just too much power right there! LOL
Oh … but I think he knows.
[Yes, me and my 'Mercy Malaysia' girls had a lovely time
at Mak Koh aka 'My Mother's Restaurant' on Thursday night.
Sham & Nisha & I also talked at length ... about divas.
Yang tu semua p and c sikit, but wouldn't you like to know! ;)]
