The grinding of pelvises, the bumping of uglies, the making of the beast with two backs... The orgasm that makes you laugh or cry or yodel. It's so freaking good!
For the first time in at least a month, David and I reconnected... intimately. Right afterwards, we turned to each other and said "This is SO GOOD. We should do this more often." That night, I slept like a baby. When we came down the next morning, we shared knowing glances. I giggled like a school girl, he waggled his eyebrows at me. The tension release was fantastic!
And yet we don't make it a priority. It doesn't take that much effort. I mean, once you get through the squaring of the shoulders in preparation for the mount. You know what I'm talking about. You're tired, your pillow whispers dirty nothings to you, or that last chapter in your book beckons. You lean in for that half-assed attempt at a kiss, mentally rolling your eyes.
But then... if you're actually present in the moment? You remember that kissing this person is not just a good thing, it's a great thing. That tasting this person makes you wet... If you can just get through the first part and get to the remembering part? The sex is pretty much always good. I mean, if you're doing it right. And after almost 15 years of marriage, David and I are definitely doing it right. We excel at sex. We should be given medals for it. We just have to keep jumping up into the saddle and embracing the yodel.