There is nothing like.......

Darkknight2010 · Jan 6, 2005

done_got_old said:
There is nothing like being happy.

Amen to that.

done_got_old · Jan 7, 2005

There is nothing like sleep.

DLL · Jan 7, 2005

There is nothing like loving him......
I Love Him...

His voice makes my heart flutter. When I see him I fall in love with him all over again. I want to be next to him as much as I possibly can. Inhaling his scent as he sits next to me. I want to touch his skin, to feel its warmth under my fingertips. I dream of kissing him. Pressing my lips to his gently, tasting his tongue as it slides slowly over mine. I want to know his dreams and his fears. I want to hold him late at night when he’s afraid, and wake up in the morning wrapped in his arms. I want to do and feel all of the things that go along with loving him, with being in love with him. I get lost in his eyes every single time they meet mine. I wonder if what I see in them is a glimmer of him feeling like I do… or if it’s just his kind heart shining through his eyes. I love him. I love him in a way that I can’t explain. I love him so much that it hurts. It hurts, because I can’t love him the way that I want to… the way that I should. I love his smile, his laugh, his playfulness, and the way that his mind is as dirty as mine. When I can’t see him I think of him. When I sleep, I dream of him. Not a day passes when he doesn’t cross my mind, my fantasies. I love him. I love him more than I can explain in words, more than I can explain to him. More than I’m willing to admit, even to myself.

:heart:

Darkknight2010 · Jan 7, 2005

DLL said:
There is nothing like loving him......
I Love Him...

His voice makes my heart flutter. When I see him I fall in love with him all over again. I want to be next to him as much as I possibly can. Inhaling his scent as he sits next to me. I want to touch his skin, to feel its warmth under my fingertips. I dream of kissing him. Pressing my lips to his gently, tasting his tongue as it slides slowly over mine. I want to know his dreams and his fears. I want to hold him late at night when he’s afraid, and wake up in the morning wrapped in his arms. I want to do and feel all of the things that go along with loving him, with being in love with him. I get lost in his eyes every single time they meet mine. I wonder if what I see in them is a glimmer of him feeling like I do… or if it’s just his kind heart shining through his eyes. I love him. I love him in a way that I can’t explain. I love him so much that it hurts. It hurts, because I can’t love him the way that I want to… the way that I should. I love his smile, his laugh, his playfulness, and the way that his mind is as dirty as mine. When I can’t see him I think of him. When I sleep, I dream of him. Not a day passes when he doesn’t cross my mind, my fantasies. I love him. I love him more than I can explain in words, more than I can explain to him. More than I’m willing to admit, even to myself.

I'm glad you've found someone who can fill your heart and soul like that, DLL. You're a very lucky person. :rose:

babydoll2u · Jan 7, 2005

Darkknight2010 said:
I'm glad you've found someone who can fill your heart and soul like that, DLL. You're a very lucky person.

very lucky indeed :kiss:

dcraz · Jan 7, 2005

DLL said:
There is nothing like loving him......
I Love Him...

His voice makes my heart flutter. When I see him I fall in love with him all over again. I want to be next to him as much as I possibly can. Inhaling his scent as he sits next to me. I want to touch his skin, to feel its warmth under my fingertips. I dream of kissing him. Pressing my lips to his gently, tasting his tongue as it slides slowly over mine. I want to know his dreams and his fears. I want to hold him late at night when he’s afraid, and wake up in the morning wrapped in his arms. I want to do and feel all of the things that go along with loving him, with being in love with him. I get lost in his eyes every single time they meet mine. I wonder if what I see in them is a glimmer of him feeling like I do… or if it’s just his kind heart shining through his eyes. I love him. I love him in a way that I can’t explain. I love him so much that it hurts. It hurts, because I can’t love him the way that I want to… the way that I should. I love his smile, his laugh, his playfulness, and the way that his mind is as dirty as mine. When I can’t see him I think of him. When I sleep, I dream of him. Not a day passes when he doesn’t cross my mind, my fantasies. I love him. I love him more than I can explain in words, more than I can explain to him. More than I’m willing to admit, even to myself.

Then you my dear, are more blessed than most.

dcraz · Jan 7, 2005

There is nothing like.....

LOVE

To love someone deeply gives you strength. But being loved by someone deeply gives you courage.

:heart:

DLL · Jan 7, 2005

Originally posted by dcraz
There is nothing like.....

LOVE

To love someone deeply gives you strength. But being loved by someone deeply gives you courage.

thats beautiful dc....
:heart:

Darkknight2010 · Jan 7, 2005

dcraz said:
There is nothing like.....

LOVE

To love someone deeply gives you strength. But being loved by someone deeply gives you courage.

So very, very, VERY true.

Peteslaw2 · Jan 9, 2005

DLL said:
There is nothing like loving him......
I Love Him...

His voice makes my heart flutter. When I see him I fall in love with him all over again. I want to be next to him as much as I possibly can. Inhaling his scent as he sits next to me. I want to touch his skin, to feel its warmth under my fingertips. I dream of kissing him. Pressing my lips to his gently, tasting his tongue as it slides slowly over mine. I want to know his dreams and his fears. I want to hold him late at night when he’s afraid, and wake up in the morning wrapped in his arms. I want to do and feel all of the things that go along with loving him, with being in love with him. I get lost in his eyes every single time they meet mine. I wonder if what I see in them is a glimmer of him feeling like I do… or if it’s just his kind heart shining through his eyes. I love him. I love him in a way that I can’t explain. I love him so much that it hurts. It hurts, because I can’t love him the way that I want to… the way that I should. I love his smile, his laugh, his playfulness, and the way that his mind is as dirty as mine. When I can’t see him I think of him. When I sleep, I dream of him. Not a day passes when he doesn’t cross my mind, my fantasies. I love him. I love him more than I can explain in words, more than I can explain to him. More than I’m willing to admit, even to myself.

Wow! I missed this. It expresses exactly how I feel about the woman I love. :heart:

omahaman2 · Jan 9, 2005

the expression on her face!
We just got back from seeing the touring company production of
The Full Monty
I loved the expression on her face when I just reenacted the last scene,
There is mothing like the expression in her face!

babydoll2u · Jan 10, 2005

Peteslaw2 said:
Wow! I missed this. It expresses exactly how I feel about the woman I love.

I would have said that about the man I love (or thought I loved),
just a couple of days ago.

done_got_old · Jan 10, 2005

.........Denae talking about her delicious Cinnabon!

Denae · Jan 10, 2005

A pecanbon from Cinnabon, fresh from the oven, the glaze/frosting melting down in between the layers...followed with an ice-cold glass of milk.

done_got_old · Jan 10, 2005

Denae said:
A pecanbon from Cinnabon, fresh from the oven, the glaze/frosting melting down in between the layers...followed with an ice-cold glass of milk.

....and she had to rub it in here too!

Cathleen · Jan 10, 2005

Denae said:
A pecanbon from Cinnabon, fresh from the oven, the glaze/frosting melting down in between the layers...followed with an ice-cold glass of milk.

.... Den being totally out of line talking about this dang bun all over the place. Was it really that good Den???

done_got_old · Jan 10, 2005

Cathleen said:
.... Den being totally out of line talking about this dang bun all over the place. Was it really that good Den???

.........was it better than sex?

Denae · Jan 10, 2005

done_got_old said:
.........was it better than sex?

It's been so long since I've had sex...and yes it was better than the last sex that I had.I'm nothing if not honest

babydoll2u · Jan 10, 2005

Denae said:
It's been so long since I've had sex...and yes it was better than the last sex that I had.I'm nothing if not honest

LOL!

Denae · Jan 10, 2005

babydoll2u said:
LOL!

You haven't even heard the worst part of it (the sex)--I had 7 years of celibacy under my belt--and I should have kept on going (with the celibacy).

omahaman2 · Jan 10, 2005

sending DGO a virtual

http://www.cinnabon.com/images/prph_1.jpg

babydoll2u · Jan 10, 2005

Denae said:
You haven't even heard the worst part of it (the sex)--I had 7 years of celibacy under my belt--and I should have kept on going (with the celibacy).

sometimes I think celibacy is a good thing...

Denae · Jan 10, 2005

done_got_old said:
There is nothing like sleep.

I strongly second that.

done_got_old · Jan 10, 2005

There is nothing like thinking about the cinnamon rolls I'll make Saturday!

freetoany2000 · Jan 15, 2005

done_got_old said:
There is nothing like thinking about the cinnamon rolls I'll make Saturday!

How were the cinnamon rolls???? MMMMMMM

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