Yearning...

There's something that keeps invading my thoughts. At a yoga workshop, I once met a woman who said that she spent seven hours kissing one of the loves of her life. She said that nothing else ever happened between them but that epic liplock on a porch overlooking a river.

After so much time, that kiss would move beyond lust, beyond the physical, beyond to a spiritual - a mystical - experience.

Seven hours.

Kissing.

Cannot stop thinking about it.