Long, slow, deep, soft, wet kisses that last for 3 days...

Whatever happened to the art of kissing? Why do you have to be a hormonal teenager to feel the bliss which comes from your lips meeting those of another? Can you still remember when all you wanted to do is kiss the object of your affection? Can you recall how you would kiss for so long that your lips would get chapped? What happened to that?

Is it me or does it feel like the older you get, the act of kissing becomes tame and domesticated? Once you get to know what comes after "first base," why are we in such a hurry to round that base? After nearly 13 years of marriage, the only kind of kisses I get are functionary, pecks on the lips or cheek. The kiss has become a starting point - not a destination. How could we allow it to lose its appeal and importance?

What I wouldn't give to feel the passion of a first kiss again. Sometimes, I wish I could forget everything that comes afterward just so I could concentrate on that single kiss and enjoy it like I used to. The way your heart beats hard in your chest and every nerve in your body feels electric.

Maybe one of the most memorable kisses I have ever witnessed was this one between actors Adrien Brody and Halle Berry at the Oscars:

It was so spontaneous and passionate, that I bet it remains the single most perfect kiss she has ever experienced. There wasn't a women (or perhaps man) in that audience who wouldn't have loved to have been on the receiving end of that kiss.

I want to be swept off my feet again by a passionate kiss.