‘Bite my ear. Push back my hair. I have learned to unbutton you so swiftly. All, in my mouth, sucking. Your fingers. The hotness. The frenzy... The womb sucks, back and forth, open, closed. Lips flicking, snake tongues flicking. Ah, the rupture – a blood cell burst with joy.”No one knew better than Anaïs Nin the essence of the kiss: that it’s the meeting of mouths, of flesh pressing into flesh, electrical charges and sizzling fire.