Ah HA! I've found it!! I've found the thing I'm a genius at (see yesterday's post), and it's KISSES. With a kiss, I can divine a child's temperature within 2 or 3 tenths of a point, assure my aging parents I will be with them and stand for them through all that's sure to come, or ignite desire in a (receptive) man.
I am a genius at kisses because they're vital to me. Kissing is one of the purest pleasures available to humans and the thing I long for, dream about, create in fantasy when it's absent. In the long, loveless years of my marriage months sometimes passed without sex, but sex was not central to the dreams that haunted me. Instead, kisses floated behind my closed eyes like mirages in a hot, dry desert.
When I reached the oasis of dating again, I drank in kisses as though from a deep well filled with cool nectar. My new love and I dated for many months before consumating our relationship, but late at night we danced in my candlelit family room and kissed for hours. Hours. When the time finally came, we explored the pleasures of lips on skin well beyond the mouth and I discovered new and unknown levels of sensory delight. You'd have thought I'd discovered fire.
In a way, I had.
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