Today’s my birthday and I wish for a kiss.
There have been basically two kinds of kisses in my life.
(I was a virgin when I got married and he was the only guy I’d ever kissed.)
Back to the two kinds of kisses.
First, the peck. You know, that quick, barely touching, peck on the lips. I’d say this has been well over ninety percent of the kisses I’ve received from him our whole married life.
And then there’s the dead fish. Normally you think of “dead fish” in regards to a handshake, but this is what happens when the peck gets extended. It turns into the dead fish. Which is really gross. So in probably the past seven years, anything that wasn’t a peck was a dead fish. In the first part of our marriage, kissing him was okay, but it was never great. It was never involved enough, never giving enough, never passionate enough, no matter how hard I’d try.
What I want is a real kiss. A warm, deep, involved, passionate, lasting kiss. Hands on the face kiss. I so love you and want you kiss. And then more of them for a long time and then….
So, I wish for a kiss.