It's the tingle in my belly,
the chill down my spine,
the peanut butter to my Jelly,
The taste of great wine.
The wind that sneaks under my skirt and kisses my thighs,
It's the cause of the soaked panties and desire in my eyes,
It's the comfort of knowing that all will be fine,
Fearless... conquering all with him by my side.
It's freedom knowing that I am accepted, fully,
It smells like Nirvana, Sex, frankincense and patchouli
I'm sick when I miss him.
Healed with his embrace.
When he's near I can sense him.
And feel his beard upon my face.
It's the connection of souls, the synchronization of hearts
the warmth in the cold, the twinkle of stars.
The desire to just "be" in the vicinity of ...
That's Reesey's 30sec definition of love.