When my libido died as a result of menopause I experienced grief at not feeling sexual interest for my partner. I’ll admit I struggled for a while however I discovered that my body now operates in a different mode and my arousal is ‘responsive’ rather than spontaneous. In the end, it's the same but different. Thankfully, I have rediscovered the art of kissing and it is HALLELUJAH!
I have always LOVED kissing (when done right) however it's only now that I truly appreciate the depth of connection (and arousal) that it can create..
From the slow, lingering kiss that hovers over my lips to the deep, passionate, ardent kiss that makes me moan into my partner's mouth, I will be kissing (with tongue) until the day I die.
I once lived a life without kissing (in my marriage), I wrote this poem about my first kiss after 7 very long years of brittle intimacy. Please forgive me for the clumsy structure, however, I am sure you will understand the significance of how it made me feel to break that drought!
Succulent skin, velvet tongue, quickening pulse, invasion of space face to face.
Exploring touch, giddy rush, an aromatic embrace,
your knees shake as you flounder in its wake.
Melding of senses, rush of blood, flood of warmth.
Pupils dilate, heaven on a plate.
A kiss offers more promise than penetration, to live without it is pure starvation.
Copyright 2019 Susan Jarvis, The Maven, The Spicy Boudoir