The Art of Kissing Your Husband

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Something unusual happened the other night. Henry and I spent a long time kissing. I’m sad to say this has become unusual. When it’s time to hit the sack and sex is on the menu there’s some perfunctory kissing and then we get down to business. Mostly because if the warm up takes too long we will fall asleep.

I once fell asleep with my head on his foot. I will spare you the details of what exactly I was doing down there, but let me just tell you it was a dangerous situation. Henry has Restless Leg Syndrome and could’ve kicked me in the noggin causing the kind of brain trauma found only in veteran NFL linemen.

So. What led to this amorous kissing? Henry, look away. Just. Look. Away. You don’t want to know my inner life. It will ruin the romance. Mother-in-law? This information could be deadly. Your eyes could be burned by shame fire. Just close the computer.

Okay. Here’s the truth. I was lying on the couch watching Stephen Soderbergh’s feature Traffic starring many A-list stars and Benicio Del Toro. Unlike Scarlett Johansson I have no desire to have sex with Benicio Del Toro in an elevator. I just don’t. This is Benicio on a good day:

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He looks as if he doesn’t bathe and that he might be cultivating a crop of Mary Jane in his beard. Okay, I’m not being entirely forthcoming as he does resemble a certain heartthrob.

Benicio and Brad

But really, he’s never been on my radar. Until that particular night watching Traffic. There was just something about his furrowed brow, devilish grin and badass tangles with the narcotrafficantes. I was a little annoyed when Henry came in and spooned me on the couch. I wanted space to relish this momentary fantasy and he was kind of interrupting that with his kindness and domestic snuggles.

I was in a Benicio coma; wanting to taste a bit of his danger.

Then a thought struck me. I could close my eyes and imagine Henry was that danger. I could imagine he’d been down in Tijuana grappling with drug lords and corrupt policia. That he could blow cigarette smoke from his nostrils like an Irish diablo. That he was an adrenaline junkie who liked to dance with the Lady Death, willing to pay the ultimate price.

So I rolled over and kissed my husband.

Here we are, hot and dangerous at a Bar Mitzvah.

Here we are, hot and dangerous at a Bar Mitzvah.

Not a quick peck to say goodnight. Not as a gesture of marital love. But as though I were kissing him for the first time. As though his kiss were unexplored, unexpected territory. And I think, because of my commitment to this suspension of disbelief, something new, fresh and surprising translated to my man and his experience of the kiss.

He made sounds I’d never heard him make before. He smelled and tasted different. We were in the moment and in the kiss. It didn’t need to be more than a kiss. The kiss was the experience. And it lasted a long time. A first-date amount of time.

Marriage is this amazing flower, with layers of petals sometimes opening, sometimes closed tight like a fresh new bud. We must be willing to pull back the layers to smell the new, rich, buried fragrances hidden at its core.

Sweet mother of God I am waxing poetic. It was just that kind of kiss. Thank you, Mr. Del Toro.

I challenge you to practice the fine art of kissing your husband tonight. xo

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  1. Lisa
    Lisa 25 October, 2013, 06:10

    This was much needed! My “Del Toro” is Mickey Rourke. I only find him attractive in that comic book movie “Sin City”. Not even apologetic.

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  2. Jane
    Jane 26 October, 2013, 20:46

    Sigh. Your love of family posts are my favorites. The one about your mom at the playground as a gramma, the one about why your husband is the best guy for you (I think that was when you where in Ireland?). Everyone loves a lover.

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    • Shannon
      Shannon Author 26 October, 2013, 21:37

      Hello my sweet Kyra. Thanks for checking in. Miss you girl. Come out here soon!

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  3. Beth Sanders
    Beth Sanders 27 October, 2013, 13:42

    Just wanted to say how wonderful it was to see you, how amazing it was to read your articles and how damn talented you are.
    Thank for being a part of this great group of women.

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    • Shannon
      Shannon Author 27 October, 2013, 14:51

      Hi Beth — it was so wonderful reconnecting with all of you rockstars. I’ve been over plundering your site as well. How I wish you lived closer. If you ever want me to feature your work on my site, with a photo credit and link to your site, let me know. Your work is stunning.

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  4. Sharona Zee
    Sharona Zee 28 October, 2013, 07:34

    I’ve challenged my married girlfriends to kiss their men tonight like they are Shannon kissing Benicio…or Shannon being Scarlett kissing Benicio while he’s being Henry…or something

    Marriages are being saved all over the county, as we speak,
    Thanks!

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  5. stef
    stef 29 October, 2013, 14:42

    I love that kind of revelation with my husband, when he walks in the door and the “Hello, how was your day” kiss turns into: “Dinner can wait.” :D

    Every one should try this. Every.one. Put down what you’re doing when they get home, forget the kids and the bills and the laundry, and kiss your husband like it’s your first date. I promise, dinner can definitely wait.

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