Love

It's the pink glow that warms me when he touches me.
It's the rose glow that warms me when he kisses me.
It's the amber glow that warms me when he calls me Sunshine.
It's the deep red glow that warms me when he gazes at me like I am the center of his universe.
It's the purple glow that warms me when we make love.
It's the yellow glow that warms me when my friend's two your old says, "Hi Dina!" and smiles.
It's the orange glow that warms me when I am with friends.
It's the fushia glow that warms me when I am surrounded by my family.
It's the peach glow that warms me when my cat curls up against me and purrs.
It's the green glow that warms me when I am in a forest.

That's what love is.

Okay i got soem stuff on my comp sbout "love" and what it means to me but i am sitting on a LAX internet thinger and i don't want to retype it. BUT

Love is something that you CANNOT turn your back on but for soem reason it is not a two way street love is alwaus allowed to turn its back on you.

I LOVE blowjobs.



A woman sucking every last drop of my jism out of the pole.

Ok, now that the honest and dirty truth is taken care of...

It's the shape of a woman's hips and backside when they are kneeling down. It's the onion shape and the way it makes your eyes water and your mouth drool.

Umm I LOVE onions.

Rofl, sorry to take it there but what can I say other than... I'm shallow.

What else did you expect? p

"I was in love once."
"Really? Tell us about it."
"Well, I can't remember the girls name..."
"Ok...that's not a good start...but continue..."


I love lamp.

Hmm well, let's see, there's the motherly love I have for all the cute little things around me; and then there is the womanly love I have for my big cuddly bear of a husband and then there's the warmth of being around friends, and lastly, my love for food, which curiously sneaks up on the list all the time. My husband knows this: I get cranky when I am hungry.

So here are things that get me off to a happy mood:
1. cuddling my daughter or my kitty cat
2. getting my favorit food served to me when I am hungry
3. getting together with friends (I don't do that too often but I am a great hostess too!)

As to romantic love, well that has to go into a different thread ;)

Guacamole. /shudders with pleasure

My daughters giggly, out of breath laugh and my husband laughing as he tickles her.

Guacamole.

My husband's deep kiss.

Guacamole.

And...oh, guacamole.

So now I have this image of Roz spreading Guacamole on her husband. :-o

OMG what a good idea! :teehee

*giggle* Until now I had not considered quac an erotic substance :)

Love and lust are pretty separate things for me. Love is an encompassing emotion. I love looking at my daughter's foot dangling over the side of her bed when she sleeps. I love listening to my son explain things he doesn't even understand but pretends he does. I love the comfortable embrace of my husband, knowing there is no other person I can be that relaxed with. I love that I can share things with my mum and she gets it...like crying in Ghost or Pretty Woman. I love the exquisite pain of classical music, the way Pachelbel strips layers from your heart with Canon in D. I love spiderwebs laced with dewdrops.

Lust is a hunger for *that* touch...*that* fingertip...*that* caress. The art is in finding someone who knows what *that* is. And know what does it for them too.

Having someone look you in the eye and tell you from the bottom of their heart that they love you. Seriously, there's nothing like it.

On a side note, this may surprise those who know me, but there's a diamond commercial where a guy yells 'I LOVE THIS WOMAN", and then gives her a ring, and she softly says, I love this man. That commercial gives me butterflies. :oops:

Love is a wonderus and fragile thing. I have been in love before, I've been loved before, though those times rarely conincide for me. The women that I have loved over the years have always been either totally wrong for me, or I just had REALLY bad timing.

My first love was a woman that used me, and abused my unconditional caring and devotion to her. She never loved me, and I learned that she was really a friend I was never meant to have when she decided we could no longer speak to eachother when I called her to tell her my father had just had a heart attack and was in the hospital. Yet I still think about her to this day.

My second love was a woman of pure wonderment. She melted my heart and teased my brain. She could make my jaw drop in awe wearing her flanel p.j. pants, a sweatshirt, no make up, her hair pulled up into a pony tail, and her "holy shit I look like a dork" glasses. She was however in a serious relationship at the time, and my love for her, while not going without being made apparent to her, would never come to furition. And I still cuddle up with her on the couch and hold her in a way that only those so supreemly comfortable and happy can do in my mind everyday... and smile (and almost cry) everyday.

Between those loves came several lusts... pure flights of flesh fancy... A few (and I do mean FEW) short infatuations that were never really whole-hearted efforts by either party.... More of my friendship, my happiness to make those around me happy, and kindness was taken advantage of... These I don't think about nearly as much, but still... I do hold a place in my heart for them.

So what does this all add up to?

It makes me learly to love again. It makes me long to be in love just so I can get destroied emotionally so I can look back late at night and have a damn good cry remembering just how amazing I felt, just how incrediable it was while it lasted.

I actually miss the break-ups... the rejections... becuase no matter how heart-wrenching, no matter how jaded they make me... they make me realize just how amazing being in love is.

PS. I applogize for any mis-spellings I have in there. It's late, I'm sick, and was never any gud at spellllink.
PSS. I know I use elpises a lot... deal with it.
PSSS. Run-on and sentace fragments run amuk in my writing. Again, deal with it. :)
PSSSS. And thank you for reading my long ass rambling... errr post.

Gilly,

Are you saying you love the lamp because you really love the lamp, or just to say you love something?

:-P Ok, Ok, I don't know if I got that right or not....however I love that movie!

I LOVE LAMP!!!

wtf is lamp?

not a light i'm assuming.

You know Mae this is such a hard question.


But I can answer the curling toes one.


When my hubby kisses me in that little hallow made by my ear and throat, I go all breathless. I always have and hopefully I always will.

I HATE that ad... she only says she loves him after he gives her the ring. Bleah.

I also hate the Pachelbel Canon in D because it was featured in those AA ads for so many years. I can't hear it without seeing those candles being lit and it makes me ill. Double bleah.

Sorry for so much hate in the love thread but it's only a thin line...

Tough question. It's not something I can explain through philosophy, and I've only been in love twice. It's a feeling of total vulnerability, putting your life in someone else's hands. In essence, absolute trust.

Love isn't heaven, at least not me. Only so much happiness you can experience before it becomes monotonous. Love is a series of ups and downs, of highs and lows. When you lie on your bed and let all the earthquakes from within take control.

I've been married to my husband for seven and a half years.

He has gone through many different facial hair styles, but pretty much since he's been out of the air force, he's had a full, bear-like beard. I like his beard very much and naturally I find him quite handsome.

He came downstairs today, as I was pouring myself a glass of coke, with nothing more than a shadowy stubble. Now as I've said, he's a handsome man, but time has changed the face he kept hidden behind the beard. He came downstairs and my knees went weak.

Now I could have said something along the lines of OMG YOU ARE SO HOT RAVISH ME NOW...but I felt this lacked style. So instead I decided to "play it cool." Those who have known me a while can probably see where this is headed, as, well, I'm not cool.

"So you shaved."
"Yeah. You like it?"
"Sure."

And then I realized I was still pouring myself a glass of coke. Apparently I was pouring a little extra for the kitchen floor as well.

He just gave me this little smile and helped me clean up. I think that little smile is just about the greatest thing ever. He doesn't bring out that secret grin all that often..not because he is a stern man; on the contrary, he is quick to laugh and quicker to joke. It just says I love you. I love you for years and years and I'm so sure of it and so hopeful because of it.

Also, he thinks I'm lovely even when experiments with bronzer go terribly terribly wrong and turn me orange like I ate too many carrots (yes I believed this lie when I was a child. Also, I have learned my lesson and will go back to hissing at the sun and shunning anything claiming to give me a golden hue).

I've been married to my husband for seven and a half years. I've known him for ten years. I'll love him for fifty more, well more or less what with the chain smoking and questionable eating habits coupled with advancements in medical science making all of that kind of uncertain. Not to mention the "getting hit by a bus" factor. I think when he goes totally gray he'll knock my socks off. I think when he starts sitting on the porch and telling children to get off his lawn and complaining about those damn kids and their damn music, maybe I'll give him my own little I love you smile and tell him to come inside and have some lemonade.

Oh my word, I think I love Veri AND her husband too. :o

I love them too~ /sniffle