THIS IS VALENTINE'S DAY

If time and chance permit, I would like to spend my entire life with you.

Spend every moment with you and be happy with you even though I've always preferred joy.

Talk to you and with you all day and all night long. And Sometimes argue with you but healthily.

Have you rest your head on my shoulder in any condition and rest my head at your centre when need be.

Remain as madly in love with you tomorrow as I am today.

And like Oliver Twist, I would want so much more with you also.

I would want to make love to you over and over.

I long to look into your eyes every day. And my hands unfold every inch of your body.

I'll love to have your lips glued to mine always, and slightly moving the tongue and its companions to the rhythm of the French Kiss.

I'll love to make my palms take a stroll, fondling the hairs on your scalp taking my time as much as I can and then gently moving them to the back of your neck and touching it like I'm playing the Spanish Guitar while my lips do its magic from your lips to the front and the sides of your neck.

And almost when it feels like the peak, I'll gently remind you that we have so many miles yet to be covered.

Like how the heavens pour out its substances to the earth, the journey would never be on the right path if those hands and lips didn't find their way to the frontal extrusion of that elegantly built chest of yours.

Spending an enormous time on those pinnacles of extrusion which also are referred to as the secondary seeds of electricity-producing emotions, one can almost think that we are there already but sadly we are not.

When the stop at the latter seems just enough, the journey of the hands will slowly move from the back of the neck through all over the back down to the waistline while the lips, just the lips will leap from those secondary seeds of electricity producing emotion down to the belly button, a sensory terminal at the centre body.

And if we were standing or seated, this is the time to find a place to lie.

Then from where I last stopped, I will make a huge leap straight to the feet and journey back upward.

And I would wish that as I get closer to the thighs, the legs should just be opening for me on their own as I wouldn't like to struggle with opening your legs and at the same time be doing what I should be doing.

Hopefully, when the legs have fully opened and are widely parted, I would fully play with the thighs as much as I can and then my head will slide down at the very centre with my lips finding those lips under your navel.

By then I trust that your body would start to quake.

At that region, I gently and slowly locate that seed of ultimate pleasure and give it the suck of the century and would slowly move to the centre region and give it the lick of its life and the Trinity wouldn't be complete if I didn't find the other region where kissing is most desirable on.

I'll suck where only sucking is most desirable, lick where only licking is most desirable and kiss where only kissing is most desirable. And I'll do it over and over again till your bladder will feel so full and tight that you can no longer take it than to gush out fountains of living squirts.

At this point, I believe that you would be begging for the joystick to be operational inside the moist and wet confined horny hole. And when it seems like the joystick is not there yet, you'll beg even more and even feel like crying for the joystick that has been so rocky and hard for almost two hours and then, you'll quake again and squirt even more.

And suddenly, you'll feel the mouth leaving your centre region and gently moving up to the lips of your mouth and at the same time, the joystick finding its way into the forever waiting and inviting horny hole.

And then you'll find the joystick knocking at the entrance. Each knock gives you a kind of breath you cannot control not explain.

And finally, when it got slid in completely and you took a breath that could seem like a sigh of relief but it's really not and then another phase of ecstasy begins as the joystick moves from corner to corner and from inward to outward.

If cloud nine would be tangible, that would be the time you can say you've found your aboard there but sadly we can only feel it.

And maybe one day, I'll close my eyes and peacefully die in your arms.

Surely, love comes with a lot and most of it, we are always never prepared for.

I love you. I always have. From the moment I first saw you.

But then, we can be close and still be far from each other.

We can be far from each other and still be close.

I'll like to think that everything is fair in love.

No matter what the day catches us with, this is Valentine's Day. Happy Valentine's Day all the same.

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