A Night with Bob Dylan

Master will be 61 years old next month.  His coming of age experience was shaped by the Vietnam War, and His intense and passionate opposition and resistance to U.S. government policies about that conflict.  For Him, the music of that era can still be powerfully evocative.  It moves Him in ways that are far, far beyond merely nostalgic. 

Late last night, He told me that He'd like to sit and listen to the Bob Dylan musical anthology that we have, and so I loaded the CD player with three discs containing just about everything that Dylan ever did.  It's a lot of music, and for me, much of it is outside the realm of my early memories.  When Dylan first appeared on the music scene, I was only 4 or 5 years old, and even the works that made him very famous in the mid to late 60's were not part of my consciousness at the age of 10 or 11. 

But, I like it.  I do.  I appreciate the literate/poetic quality of Dylan's work, and some of the more well-known parts of his repertoire are surely familiar to me.  Those bits that I don't really recognize or remember, He is more than able to explain to me -- and He can surround the music with a wealth of context that makes the experience even richer.

In the first hour or so last night, the music made Him mellow, and fired Him to a romanticism that is pretty rare.  With Dylan wailing away in the background, He pulled me to Him for a kiss and then another, and another.  Deep, passionate, breathless kisses.  It was wonderful! 

It isn't that we don't kiss.  We do.  But that sort of kiss that is ABOUT kissing is pretty rare.  This was amazing, and took me back in my memory to the earliest days of our relationship when He essentially taught me to kiss.  What a revelation it was to me, after nearly three decades of marriage, to discover that kissing could be such an intimate, erotic, pleasurable experience.  I'd never really been kissed much prior to that.  In my experience, kisses were pecks -- chaste and pretty perfunctory gestures between myself and my husband.  I had no idea what I was missing.  I didn't know about the kind of kissing Master wanted from me in the beginning, and it was an awkward bit of time while I figured out how to simply relax and give myself up to His powerful and passionate kisses. 

That's the good news about our evening with Bob Dylan.  He gave us the joy and simple pleasure of being together as lovers. 

Later, things got much darker and more difficult, but that is for another post.  For now, I want to capture the joyful and playful moments that we shared.

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