I miss it....Dear God...I miss it. The kind of tingling, sweat-your-hair, out kind of passion that comes from a single, solitary kiss. The kind of experience that, as my friend Tee would say, "would make your skin feel like it was on fire" with one touch of the hand..... It's hard to ask the modern man for this type of passion. Yes they know sex, but they don't know a damn thing about passion and romance. They are not one in the same. And yes...you can have passion and romance and not even take your clothes off. I felt that experience not too long ago. Picture it. Sicily....2000 and....... I'm kidding. (LOL) But it wasn't too long ago. I was sitting, having a glass of wine on my couch with a "gentleman caller" (I am so Blanche DuBois right now....). He sat and he looked at me. Closely...I got to examine every little faint brown freckle on his face. His round, sweet face. His hands were intertwined wth mine... He got close to me and kisse...