The word of the day is "lassitude"

Boy, you wanna talk about inherent bias in language, look up the word "lassitude."

1. a state of comatose torpor (as found in sleeping sickness) [syn: lethargy]
2. a feeling of lack of interest or energy [syn: languor]
3. weakness characterized by a lack of vitality or energy [syn: inanition]

The word "languid" fares no better these days

1. Lacking energy or vitality; weak: a languid wave of the hand.
2. Showing little or no spirit or animation; listless: a languid mood.
3. Lacking vigor or force; slow: languid breezes.

In fact it took a little digging to find a definition of "lassitude" that matched my recollections.

2. a condition of indolent indifference: the pleasant lassitude of the warm summer afternoon.

Having arisen from the libido-free doldrums of my weekend I daydreamed of posts involving all manner of acts both creative and plain... but for each idea there's a counter-claim, an objection, a reservation, an explanation... not least for the parties who might be involved...

So instead of focusing on the diligent, purposeful, animated, energetic, spirited, forceful, and strengthening (but also possibly exceptional-to-some) activities we generally tend to call "sexuality" in our work-ethic-y world I thought I'd instead look to the moments after...

Look to the slowing of breath, the fading of flushes and glows, the cooling of sweat, the lolling of still-turgid-but-softening parts across thighs and bellies, the untangling tug of clean sheets sliding reluctantly across salt-moist skin. Of eyes re-focusing, of "o-faces" re-animating, of shy/proud/happy grins, of hands brushing hair from eyes, of legs and feet, backs, shoulders, and hands shifting and stretching from unfamiliar points. Of arms and elbows snaked and unsnaked around waists, necks, bellies, legs, to find newer, cooler configurations. Of murmurs and kisses, lips lazily clinging, parting reluctantly. Of eyes so recently pinched tight shut or started-wide unseeing now soft-lidded and alert, traversing new/familiar, timeless/unique lines and curves, textures and forms as if remembering the unforgettable. And all the while feeling no pressure to arise, to enterprise, to mark or meter the work you've both done. No keeping scores, no leaping for alarms, no flights to catch or phones to ring... and nowhere to be for hours or maybe even days... and as fingertips idly stroke softening flesh, as languid lips desultorily meet, as cooling skin seeks cooling skin for warmth... there's nothing even to rule out the vigor of re-ignition.

The word of the day is "lassitude."

Mmmm. Lassitude.