Kiss Me- Fuck Me- And Kiss Me Again... Rich Kis... Official

Those two words are a key turning in a lock. They are not a request. They are a dare. Fuck me.

Kiss them like you’re trying to memorize the shape of their soul. Fuck them like you’re both escaping a burning building and building a home. And then, when the world has gone quiet, kiss them again—slowly, deeply, richly—as if it were the first time and the last time all at once. Kiss Me- Fuck Me- And Kiss Me Again... Rich Kis...

And at the center of that story is the rich kiss. Not a prelude. Not an afterthought. But the thread that weaves the whole thing together. So tonight, if you find yourself with someone whose laugh you recognize in the dark, try this: Those two words are a key turning in a lock

Kiss me.

Not wealth. Not technique. A rich kiss is one that contains multitudes. It has the tenderness of a first date and the familiarity of a tenth anniversary. It has the impatience of a goodbye at an airport and the patience of a rainy Sunday afternoon. Fuck me

It is the kiss that tastes of salt and memory. It is slower, deeper, less hungry and more grateful. It asks nothing and gives everything. So what makes a kiss rich ?