Love Is....

Love is...a random post on a porn board from an old friend....reminding you are a "stinker".....:heart:
 
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Think about what cake you would like me to bring next time in UK (late April) :D

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Can I help? (Yorkshire) I'm busy right then due to the local elections, but if you need assistance, let me know.
 
Excuse my whining and bitterness but,

Love is sometimes not worth it.
 
Love is . . . .

Saying that one thing that just seemed so natural at the moment, but which makes her stop and blink and give you the most impressed and wondering smile.

Waking up when she isn't there and squeezing that pillow so tightly because you wish it was her.

Feeling the warm water of a shower flowing down over your body after a long, tiring day, imagining her hands touching and stroking, her lips gracing your skin, and feeling yourself respond in that most predictable of ways, giving you an erection when you barely have the strength to stand without holding onto the towel bar.

Love is never having a reason to not be aroused.

Love is being able to speak with a minimum of words, even through a headset when you can't see one another.

Love is accepting all the 'baggage' she brings without batting an eye.

Love is waiting for the day when waiting is over.
 
Love is... when he turns around and goes back 5 miles on the interstate because I want to eat at a certain restaurant that has good pie.
 
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