Love is..........

Letting your boyfriend screw the arse of you instead of watching you're favourite football team live on television; which means I must be in love because that's exactly what happened last night. Truth be told I cannot think of anything that I would rather do than be with my boyfriend and there's certainly nothing in the world that would keep me from having sex with him. Sorry favourite football team and sorry world but you've met your match and lost. And whilst I'm in apologetic mode sorry readers for posting about sex again!

I'm thinking about the above sentence right now as I'm typing - the "keep me from having sex with him" bit and for some reason I just want to refer to it as "keep me from going to bed with him" it paints a beautiful image in my mind. It sounds so much more elegant, innocent, romantic and twee; it really is a truly beautiful sentence and it makes me go all fuzzy inside. It paints a picture of my boyfriend lay next to me in bed, so cute and so sexy; his eyes so soft, tender and true; with a smile that lights up his face. I kid you not each time we go to bed and each time I wake up with him in the morning I feel so fortunate to be able to see him next to me. It's something I could never get bored of - he's a pure vision of beauty and perfection that takes my breath away and makes my heart skip a beat - he's gorgeous. I adore waking up first and watching him silently, those are the very best times, to see him sleeping so peacefully next to me. To gently kiss and caress his face whilst studying his features; and those first few moments when he awakes - when he's at his most tender and fragile, it's innocence personified. Oh my, I'm getting seriously sentimental and this post was not meant to follow this path........

But I don't care I mean I'm a very touchy, feely kind of guy, not in just a sexual kind of way but I just love having my boyfriend close; hugging and cuddling each other on the sofa; holding hands when we go out; caressing his face and body; and kisses for no particular reason. I'm very sentimental and romantic, I like to feel loved and give my love unequivocally, it's all these small things that help paint the bigger picture. I've found such things real difficult to come by in the past but my baby loves these things too; maybe there's a lot of men who think of such emotion as a sign of weakness, I don't know, but it's not, it's the most beautiful thing in the world. He encourages me to be myself and to show my sensitive side - there maybe lots of men who'd run a mile if I started crying in their arms; but my boyfriend is still with me. It tells a story.

I lied at the top of the post because love is more than sex, it's more than anything I dared to imagine...............