I sure do write a lot more about kissing than I actually do any of it. In fact I write about it, read about it, sing about it, think about it, and dream about it. Only problem is that I really need someone to actually do it with.

Of course over the span of a lifetime I have given and received thousands of kisses. Not all of these have been passionate or romantic, mind you. In fact the majority have not. But I can say to you honestly that I would not trade the possibility of ever experiencing a genuinely passionate kiss again with my hundreds of sweet little kisses. Those sweet little love kisses are the most special.

What are the sweet kisses, you ask? Well a sweet kiss is when your mom is dropping you off at school and insists on kissing you goodbye but you wanna get it over with as quickly as possible before your friends see. A sweet kiss is when you haven't seen your best friend in several months and when you finally do you cannot stop yourself from showering him (or her) with gentle little pecks of affection. A sweet kiss is when a mother holds her tiny baby up to her face and smells that distinct sweetness that babies always have and she cannot resist kissing its little forehead. A sweet kiss is when grampa or gram come over to visit and they just wanna see how much you've grown and pinch your adorable little cheeks, and they plant little droplets of love all over your face.

A sweet kiss is a hug of the lips. It can be a greeting or a farewell. It can say I love you, I miss you, I appreciate you, or a thousand other such endearments. I remember the last sweet little kiss I ever gave my mom. I remember the same of my gram. I remember how my gram's baby brother Vern came to her funeral and gave her a sweet goodbye kiss. It was just the two of them--brother and sister, yet it was there in front of everyone.

Winston my cat loves to give sweet kisses as well. Have you ever known of such a thing? He climbs up on my chest and sits there. Then he gently presses his little face against my own. I can tell from his purring how content he is with the affection.

My Jason loved his sweet kisses. We would barter with one another, promising a hundred or a thousand at a time. When he did something really beautiful I'd tell him I owed him a hundred sweet kisses, and he'd so no, make it a thousand. I lost track of how many I owed him before he died.

My dear Randy thinks he's too big for my sweet kisses. They are too gay LOL!! Too bad, deal with it. Didn't you see Nathan Lane in The Birdcage? Well that's me with Randy. He will always be a baby to me, no matter how tall he gets. And he'll always have to put up with kisses from Uncle no matter how gay they are.

So yeah, I do miss those romantic and passionate deep tongue-to-tongue kisses of a lover, but truth be told, they don't begin to compare with the beauty and meaningfulness of my sweet kisses. Those sweet kisses are kisses of love, and that's what life's all about.