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a very dear friend of mine asked the question "what
does being in love feel like"...and I have made different posts describing how it feels for me...and now I want to share this ...
being in love is an eclectic plethora of emotions, thoughts, and

sensations...with varying degrees of depth at any given time...and they ebb

and flow. with depth.....yet always present. It is that awakening

moment...as

eyes flutter open..and a warmth engulfs me...that feeling of her...wearing

her scent on my body as a memory of last night's lovemaking... that

silly grin I wear.....the sense of belonging and being loved...the fireworks

in my head and chest as I picture her in my mind....it is someone asking me..

what is love?" and I say it is her...a delicate, fragrant purple rose..that

makes my world so beautiful...fills me with wonderment and awe and

excitement...so much so that I fairly sizzle with zeal and love in her

presence..and that love consumes me....fills me completely..and I lay my

head down on her shoulder, and say...this..this is what love is....

love is such that when we lie down close to one another at night, as I inhale..

she exhales for me.....as I yawn, she closes her eyelids for me.....

her love fills my heart and soul..so much so..that my written words will

ignite the flames inside her.... making stimulating love to her mind ....fanning

those hot desires....as we become like molten lava...

it is a million tiny thoughts of her throughout the day...it is that smile that

renders me weak in the knees...it is that moment when...all sense of thought

stops...and my breath is briefly taken away...as I inhale....the memories of

her kiss.....and I feel the "heat" on my skin..at the slightest thought of her..

being in love is that yearning, passionate desire to be in her presence....of

missing her already even though she just left ten minutes ago.,..being in love

is the comfort in knowing she is a very deep part of me...making me a whole..

being in love is that feeling of lying in a warm, snuggly bed, under the covers,

listening to the rain...stealing the tenderest of kisses....being in love is akin

to lazing in that big porch swing.....your head in her lap....her gentle caresses

on your temple...drifting in the lostness of that single moment....aware of her

essence....being in love is coming in from the cold to a hot shower, a bowl of

soup that warms you and fills your belly...comforting.. consuming

being in love does this.....when the weight or the worries of the world seem

to be upon me and I seek shelter in her essence..while her hand...gentle

and loving..can ease all of that..with just a touch...being in love is being so

excited to get home to her with a single rose in hand..that her smile lights up

the world and me.....it is that "she makes me go weak in the knees" with just

a look feeling....it is I can't stand to be apart from her long...got to get back

close to her feeling.....it is the butterflies in the tummy feeling anticipating

holding her close..as she looks up..with that innocence that just melts me

as she wraps those loving arms around my neck

and says "I love you, Daddy"....it is just that moment when I want to lay my

head on her shoulder, and say...THIS...THIS is what being in love

means....she captures me with her touch...with her kiss..and she is...my

single purple rose...and I am IN LOVE with her...