A smooth face, soft lips, warm breath...maybe a scent of mint or bourbon. Not too wet...certainly not too dry. I like to see my husband's eyes before a kiss...or in between kisses...to sink into them. But, ultimately, being able to focus on the senses of touch and smell are best: cologne, sweat, skin, heat. The pressure of his lips and the taste of his tongue can cause and instant redirection of my brain. If I close my eyes and let it, his kiss can erase pretty much everything else. That's powerful stuff.
But, a kiss is only as powerful as the mutual feeling behind it. If I'm tired, cranky, unfocused...sometimes I'm blocked to its power. I have to be open to it. And I have to give those kisses freely, not just accept them.
Kissing is a touch point, a way to quickly reconnect throughout the day when other types of connection are not possible.
A challenge I have right now is to kiss my husband every day, deeply and meaningfully. Not the quick peck on my way out the door (though I still do that). I try to remind myself...every time I leave the house, it could be the last time I see him. How would I say goodbye if I knew I'd never see him again? Morose, maybe...but a good wake up call that is sometimes necessary.
Here's to more kissing!
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