Fantasyland

You know, part of the problem, likely, is that I read a LOT of books. NO, I do not mean the whole bodice ripper genre or anything like that, but just books in general, from your current popular fiction to teeny-bopper stuff. Some is romance, but others are mysteries and suspense and whatever. Nomatter what type of book, though, there is almost always some sort of relationship occurring between a man and a woman.

I crave that passionate excitement that I read about. When the man presses his woman up against the wall and kisses her passionately and they just want each other so bad that they are on fire. See, I know that really happens when the spark is there. This is not just fiction. Real people can respond that way and I want that. I want it now. I want it all the time or even just sometimes. He's my husband. Is it too much to ask for a little passion in our lives?