I'd like to take some time to share many of the reasons I love to have CJ.
I know I've mentioned some things in previous posts, but I'm in the mood to just let it all spill out.
I do not need a man to 'complete' me. I'm not that kind of woman. I found that out during our 17 year separation. But I do need CJ to make me whole, it's different. It's as though he amplifies me!
He is part of a tuning process.
It's that I can look at him at 45 and always see the 19 year old I met and fell in love with.
It's that I find his eyes beautiful, they have a starburst. They can look very impish at times and that makes me smile. When he is inside me and looks straight at me a circuit is completed.
The feel and smell of his skin. The fact that I seem to know every inch of his body, intimately and that he knows my skin just as well.
That our love-making really, truly seems to make love. We create us, the one, the magic where the whole is more than the sum of it's parts. Once we even created our wonderful daughter - the star-child.
The freedom his love creates for me in bed with him. It makes me less venerable and more open to try new things. He seems to revel in the way I enjoy this.
The perfection of being tender when I need tender. Being strong when I need strength, and everything else along that spectrum.
He makes me feel so good and easily takes it in when I return the love I am receiving from him.
Finally, it is all one symphony consisting of the way he holds me, kisses me, caresses me, whispers to me, rocks me, devours me, tickles me, knows me, enjoys me, accepts me, and spoils me in bed, and yes, always remember amplifies me.