Depending on how long you’ve been married, it can take a little more effort to spark the fires of romance.  Time, kids, work, and life can strip us of those initial feelings of desire.  We forget what it was like to want to touch, and to want to be touched, because small people are touching us all the time.  And that is most definitely not romantic.  We forget what it felt like to wait for the kiss, to anticipate it, to hunt for it, even, because we dole out kisses every hour of every day.  We kiss boo-boos and tears and we kiss our husbands goodbye but we don’t long for that slight, hesitant touch of warm lips.  Do marriage and parenthood mean the end of intense desire?  After a time, is all that’s left a slow-burning ember?