Slowly. Slowly. Slowly.

I avoid gluttony. Especially when it comes to food and love. For instance, if I’m invited to dinner. And a feast is being served. I discriminate. Carefully selecting a morsel or two. And I nibble. And sip. Slowly.  No reason to hurry. Better to savor. Don’t like to overindulge. I know people that hardly ever take more than 15 minutes to dine. At a feast, they shovel it all in. Non-stop. At record speed. Makes me wonder if they are really enjoying themselves.  The same goes for lovemaking. I want acts of love to last for hours. Maybe days. Once again, no hurry. Savoring it all. Slowly. Slowly. Slowly.  –Jim Broede