It's ten O' Clock, do you know where your children are? This is the old watch-dog slogan used when I was a young adult to impress responsibility upon the minds of allegedly lackadaisical parents who'd lost their grip, and their curfew rules, to allow their tweens and teens to run amok, or worse, be caught up in illicit and dangerous behavior. Now we don't have that reminder as often and many of us don't even feel comfortable letting our children play outside, particularly if we live in an urban environment.
You can pant but if it turns into a moan, forget it.
This kind of game can spark an imaginative romp in which you try and bring each other as close to the brink as possible without so much as a sigh. Internalizing all that passion can cause stronger grips on the sheets, on each others' arms, more deeply involved kisses in which you breathe into one another's mouths, and so on. And on.
The silent movies of yesteryear may not be as immediately gratifying in some ways, but if you have a chance to watch one you will find yourself becoming more visually involved, more aware of every little nuance of movement, and slower.
The kids may be safely oblivious, snacking on sliced apples and reading for school. You can still take a break for a few minutes.
Aimee Boyle is a silent partner and freelance writer who writes a blog called http://straightandnarrow.yolasite.com
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