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Click hereI miss my lover, seriously miss her
It’s been a month since we’ve been together
I know what you’re thinking - but it’s not the sex,
as sweet as that is. It’s about talking and listening.
Stop snickering. Let me tell you
Last night I took my wife out for dinner
She’s a florist – so we talked about flowers
And her boss, and her assistant, and her vendors
And flowers. I wasn’t paying close attention
Because it was the same conversation we’d had the night before
Came a break, I mentioned a Diana Krall song
I heard on the way back from Buffalo- smooth, sultry jazz
“That’s nice, dear. I need to get fresher crazy daisies.”
Sigh.
Later I fucked her - hard. It was not making love
It was an assertion.
Then I lay there thinking of my lover
While Ella Fitzgerald sang “Misty”
in the back of my mind.
Keeping the attention, keeping the attraction: that's the lover's advantage. Does the heart still race at home? Or does familiarity dull the senses?
to be with one lady 'n lust after someone else ......!! wish i knew the answer to this puzzlin' curve ur Destiny has thrown @ U , Oldbear !