To all of you who patiently listen/read to my blathering on like an overly affectionate teenager. I thank you for your tolerance …
As I write this, my Lady is in the next room sleeping soundly. And why shouldn’t she be, it is a quarter to 4 in the morning!
As I am on medication that keeps me awake at odd hours like this, and completely enraptured by her, I, however could not stay asleep.
She works hard each weekday, and has tasks with her family much of her “free” time as well. When she agreed to come out from the city (where she lives) to Bum f**k , her term for my suburban neighborhood, I was delighted. When she stayed for dinner and the night, I was almost overjoyed!
After a lovely Italian meal at a local (i.e. Mom and Pop restaurant), we returned to my home and relaxed while we watched a little TV. About 10 p.m. we started to kiss, and then ... kissed a little more, then ...well, we decided to go to bed. I won’t be so impolite as to get into details, but she is a marvelous and very giving lover, which I have needed, as my former wife was not! And those kisses! After knowing her for thirty-six years, I STILL cannot get enough of her kisses!
As I slept, I was awakened, not by a sexual advance, but by her gently stroking my hair and back, softly massaging my knotted muscles and trailing kisses along my neck. As I awakened, and pulled my (naked) body up behind hers, I came to realize that the powerful affection that I felt was more than accepted by her, but rather was returned as well ... This is sometimes somewhat difficult for her to express to me in verbal terms; she, too, had had a bad marriage, and wasn’t one to express herself with paeans of maudlin affection (that was, she said, usually MY job!). But the way she treats me, which is very well indeed, shows it to me!
I have written here before of our relationship, and usually extremely glowing terms, and for good reason. She is a self-described no-s**t broad (her term, not mine), and pulls no (verbal) punches when I need to be reminded of something, like why I left the somewhat abusive relationship with my wife, or when I am over-communicating a point (a habit of mine all of my life, I am sorry to have to admit). But the affection I feel for her almost does overwhelm me at times.
And, while neither of us is in any hurry to re-marry, I feel that I want her to be as permanent of a part of my life as she is willing to be. And I have told her exactly that.
Well, thanks from being there to allow me to blather on with my love-sick epistle. Hope all is well for all of you. Despite my having MS, despite my being in the middle of a somewhat contentious divorce (aren’t they all?), despite my impatience in wanting everything I want NOW, like a six-year-old, my lady makes me feel loved, and needed, and wanted.
What more could any man want?
