She is smiling as she is picking up an outfit
Dressing up for him
such pleasure
each piece of clothing
carefully chosen
for their love dates
to reflect her mood
or his appetite..
He always notices
half smiling
half checking her out
throwing in a comment
playfuly, teasingly
''my little foxy....''
she loves that endearment
and his smile that goes with it...
''We just can't stay away from each other,
not for too long at least'',
she thought to herself.
Needing each other
in a very intense and strange way.
Feeding off
each other's nourishing energy.
Looking for each other
when a few hours pass
when they don't communicate.
Even online,
even via the phone...
Κραταει χρονια, αυτη η κολωνια...
''Maybe love and gratitude is one and the same thing..''
Her Christmas present to him:
a small pocket notebook,
handwritten,
by her.
Each page,
one of the things
she loves about him
or she is grateful about
They are so many...
It would take
many pocket notebooks
to enumerate them all.
For Love ang Gratitude
is but one and the same thing....
She's eating chestnuts
her favorite winter treat.
They say,
the first time in the season
you eat a fruit or nut,
you should make a wish.
Her wish
automatically comes to her mind,
before her brain has time
to prossess or sensor it:
''Let our love last for ever!''
For ever...
Big words,
frighteningly scary.
And ever so sweet...
''Your dick grows bigger
each time I see you'', she observes.
''But of course'', he jokes back.
''The older a man gets,
the bigger his dick grows,
didn't you know that, foxy?''
Love makes everything grow...
''This is all so good!''
He makes a sweeping motion
with his hand":
the reastaurant they're eating at,
the meal he's just had,
being here with her,
everything
.
They're talking over their last glass of wine.
''It's like I got away from everything'', he continues.
''Nothing else mattered those past two days''.
She nodds in agreement.
''We still have today'', she says
Somehow,
each hour they spent together
seems like a gourmet dinner
enjoyed at one's leisure.
Magically recharging each other,
rejuvenating each other.
The feeling you get
after a strong cup of coffee
and a glass of your favorite wine,
those two combined , two in one:
both invigorating and relaxing.
She stores this moment
in her treasure chest of memories
to recall and relish for later.
''I'm his peace haven''.
He escapes from everything into my arms''.
What a glorious feeling...
He won't talk much about his affairs.
He lets her do most of the talking,
bubbling with news,
sharing her day with him,
her troubles and triumphs.
He won't talk much about his affairs.
But she can tell.
Each time he comes back to her,
she can tell.
Just by looking at his face.
She can tell
whether he had a hard time or not
how stressed or relaxed was his week
or fortnight.
No need for words.
She won't ask either,
letting him do it his way.
She just studies his face
and knows all there is to know .
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