Such a Good Kisser
It’s nearing Valentines. It’ll be all hearts, flowers, fireworks and chocolate. But, it’s more, oh so much more, for she is such a good kisser. Yes, cupid shot an arrow right through this heart of mine and I’m reminded everyday how much I love her.
She doesn’t pucker or purse her lips. They are always wide open. I am alerted that a kiss is inevitable when she leans in to be nearer. She never asks permission nor stops when I say I need air. Her kisses invade my thoughts and press away the issues of the day. I’m glad to be in the moment with her and only her. The pleasure takes my breath away and when I finally catch it, it’s filled with the smell of her.
I feel her tongue on the back of my hand, on my cheek, on my knees, my calves, my toes and especially my elbows. The hair tickles my funny bone. I laugh out loud. Her kisses are friendly, not sensual and no matter what anyone says, I will let her kiss my face. Who cares if she has puppy breath? It is a smell I hope I never forget.
She is 10 years old in people years. Over 70 in canine. She will not be with me forever, but her kisses are immortal. I can just think of her shiny little nose, her hairy “lips”, and the extreme pleasure she seems to get out of licking my face and the “romance” we have seems to awaken this 50-something year old heart.
If you ever wonder why so many senior citizens have pets, this is it. While I’m still years away from senior status, it’s this unbridled, unreserved and passionate love from my little shih-tzu that reminds me daily why I’m here. To love. Pure and simple. Love others. Love my family. And especially to return the love of this little girl who never holds a grudge, is never disappointed in me, never talks back except when I want her to, and who greets me daily with the most delectable, sweet, wet kisses since my babies would slobber on my chin.
I hope you have the pleasure in your life on Valentine’s Day of sharing love with a very good kisser. No I don’t… I hope you have it every day.