Wednesday, August 24, 2005
From the Overheard in New York Blog
Guy on cell: You can't fist someone for that long. They turn into a handpuppet after 5 minutes. --47th & 5th
I laughed so hard that my coffee almost came out my nose. Lovely.
posted by Gabby Hey at 12:20 PM
Ode to D
I love the way he smells - Tommy Bahama cologne with just a hint of a fine cigar (I know, I'm weird).
I love the way he lets the kids climb all over him on the floor.
I love how he really knows me, and still loves me anyway.
I love how his long arms can completely envelope me in a hug.
I love how he touches my body and makes me feel beautiful and sexy.
I love how he still surprises me.
I love the little wrinkles that are starting to show up around his eyes.
I love how he intuitively knows what I want and what I need.
I love how he still trusts me.
I love how supportive he's been through my addiction and recovery.
I love it when he does the dishes.
I love how he knows when I'm blue and need a kiss...or a hard smack on the ass. :-)
I love his raw sexuality.
I love his body.
I love his mouth on me.
I love his hands on me.
I love how his kisses still give me goosebumps.
I love how he pretends to listen when I go off on one of my monologues.
I love how proud he is of me.
I love the way he dresses.
I love how he makes me laugh.
I love to see him cuddle with our children.
I love how he believes in me.
I love how he allows himself to grow and change.
I love the way he fucks me.
I love my Darling D more today than ever.
posted by Gabby Hey at 9:34 AM