M. and I had a great night yesterday.
Pizza, mildly-spicy buffalo wings, stuffed ricotta shells (though I did not eat any...took a lick of a shell and discovered that it had a hint of garlic...and you know my general aversion to that flavor), and french bread with butter.
We watched Young Guns on dvd during dinner and yelped and laughed and had fun with this gun-toting wild west of a movie.
Cuddled and flirted on the couch just like a husband and wife should always do...the honeymoon isn't over. Not by a long shot. It never will. Four years and counting baby...and his face and butt and lips and and hands and legs and height are still as sexy as ever.
That physical attraction will never fade.
And the emotional attraction...well...it's as wonderful as ever...
Our attraction towards each other sizzles. Like flickering flames.
As Elastica says in one of their most beloved songs...
"...but somehow the vital connection is made."
Now, I will go back to bed and cuddle up to that gorgeous man...all 6 feet 2 inches of him. I've got a lot of skin to cover.
What a delightful task...but someone has to do it...someone wants to do it...someone lusts to do it...
And.
That someone is ME. ONLY ME.
Damn...I am lucky.