HOT LUNCH: Love Thy Woman: From The Mind of Christopher B!

There she lies sleeping with the morning sun slipping through the silk curtains, bathing her in its warm and glowing light. It is then that I want to express my enduring love with the physical expression of my affection.
But, I hesitate because her beauty has captured my attention once again and I am enchanted.
The physical beauty of this creature is still beyond my comprehension and I find myself once again amazed that she found her way into my reality. Does she realize that I love her more than my life? Or, that my greatest joy will be, when
she becomes my wife? I stare down upon this woman with eyes of love and a passion so strong, I strain to
contain my lustful thoughts, afraid to disturb her peaceful sleep with any lustful actions.
So, I remain still, even though I am swollen with passion and burning with lustful desire.
I remain still, so I can inhale her beauty.
The smell of her hair, the scent of her breath, intoxicates me.
She lies there reflecting the very essence of peace, the very essence of love, the very
essence of beauty.
A tear rolls down my cheek, my emotions growing stronger.
I reach out to softly touch her face, she slowly opens her eyes, smiles and goes back
to sleep.
I realize then that she is my Mona Lisa, my Sistine Chapel, my Egyptian Sphinx.
All that life has to offer, there is nothing more beautiful than my woman lying down here
next to me.
I will love you with all my heart & soul, my love, until the day I die.
You are my precious gift from the heavens above.
And with all my might I will share with you… All my love.
No other women will share these eyes of affection.
Only you my love. Only you!
Oh, my love, how you make my heart scream with joy.
Do you realize how you make me crave your slightest attention?
Do you have any idea how you make me feel? If it was known that the world would end tomorrow, I would want to spend those last precious moments in your embrace speaking words of I love you constantly and softly in your ear.
My last scent on this earth would be from the scent I gather from your cheek.
My last touch would be from the curvaceous form of your back from my embrace.
My last sight would be of your soft brown hair blowing softly in the breeze.
My last memory would be of the love I have experienced with you.. with all my heart&soul.
And now I cannot wait any longer. I must have you locked in my loving and lustful embrace.
I pull you close and our loving dance begins again.
You become awake and meet my loving eyes with your sinful kiss
I enter your world of love, I close my eyes and you bring me in even deeper
We dance once again, my love..We dance once again!

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