Come closer,

don't rush your way to my lips;

let the distance between us

become part of the kiss.

Look at me first,

let your eyes say what your mouth cannot,

then come slowly,

as though you have all night.

Don't bite my lips

like they offended you yesterday.

Meet them softly,

let tenderness lead the way.

Don't make it a battle

between your mouth and mine.

A kiss is not a wrestling match;

it is two rhythms becoming one.

If I slow down,

please slow down with me.

If I move closer,

meet me halfway.

Learn my rhythm,

and I will learn yours.

There is no perfect technique

for two imperfect hearts.

And your hands,

please teach them patience.

Hold me gently;

don't grab every place you can reach.

Touch my cheek,

hold my waist,

let your hands speak softly

while our lips do the talking.

And breathe, my love.

You are kissing me,

not trying to survive

underwater.

Pause when you need to,

smile when the moment makes you,

then come back again;

sometimes the pause makes it sweeter.

Don't copy the movies.

They have cameras,

we have feelings.

Learn me instead.

Some kisses whisper,

some kisses laugh,

some kisses say “I missed you”

without making a sound.

So if you don't know how,

don't be ashamed.

Stay close, pay attention,

and let me teach you.

Because kissing isn't

about moving your lips perfectly.

It is about knowing

when to move, when to pause, when to listen.

Now come closer,

forget everything you think you know,

and give me a kiss

worth remembering.