myredbike:

I want her. Not because she knows how to move her ass or because her breasts look a certain way. I want her because of how she makes me feel. It’s not about those days when I’m in a good mood. Anyone can make me feel good on those days, even that annoying guy knocking at my front door trying to sell me a damn vacuum cleaner.

It’s those days when I’m down, when I’m flat, when I have all kinds of doubts crowding my thoughts. Those are the days when she has the biggest effect on me. Those times when she pulls me out of that rut and helps me back on the road in the right direction. She’s under the impression that she doesn’t help me much. She has no idea how much she actually does.

I like being close to her. I want to be so much closer. My life is not complete, it doesn’t seem in sync, if I’m not. Often I want to take her. Hard and nasty. Animalistic and primal. I see her and that’s the first and the only thing that comes to my mind. I want to have her right then and right there. Often I want to make love to her, to be close to her, to be intimate with her, to be inside her. All of the time I want to be with her, just to be with her. It doesn’t matter in which way. It doesn’t matter where we are or what we do. All I want is to be with her.

None of this has anything to do with what her body looks like or how that body moves. It has everything to do with how she makes me feel and what she does for me. That’s what it’s all about. And the way she makes me feel is like I’m the one and the only man for her. Nothing in the world feels better than that!