Ah, here we go: a dream about kissing. Kissing was always one of my favorite things. In my dream, I am kissing a woman I know, but it is not anyone I know now. Her features are distinct, as clear as if I know her. Her face is narrow, more narrow than a face usually is, but she has dark hair and large, deep, brown eyes. As the dream started I was approaching her, then kissing her as soon as I got close enough. And this was a real kiss, not like those pecks one gives to family. My ex didn’t like to kiss at all. Her idea of a kiss was a peck on the lips, fast and over with quickly, kind of the way she liked sex. Anyway, this kiss was a real kiss: sensual and passionate. That may seem redundant, but the sensual part was kissing lightly all over each others lips and face, and the passion follows from that. A good kiss excites me, both emotionally and physically. I was really enjoying this kissing, and pressed my lips down deep into those sexy lips one last time, because I woke up right in the middle of the kiss. Damn!
And, yeah, I certainly had an erection. I’ve no idea who the woman could be. She didn’t resemble anyone I’ve ever known or anyone I’ve seen lately at work, not that I remember.
Well, that’s certainly what I want: a relationship like that, full of sensual kissing, touching and passion. But, that doesn’t just happen, and wishing won’t make it so.
I’d better start kissing as many people as I can. But who would kiss an ugly old fool like me?
(not really me, but close enough)