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Spark

[font=Times New Roman]I sit in the early hours of the morning in thought.
I find myself wanting. No, it is more than a mere wanting it is a lustful aching.

It is you that I want, desire and have to have.

It is because you are woman. You are the woman. You are the essence of what it means to be a woman.

You are the one that makes my life better with your love and support.

You make me be more,
feel more,
accomplish more,
love more. � � �

You make me a better person, you make me safe. You make me whole. Without you I am not me.

I want your warm body near mine to lie wanting.

I want your touch like I need air to exist. �Thoughts of the deepest hidden gifts you give to no other, knowing they are mine alone, makes me feel like a man.

The act of your love makes me feel in awe of God and creation and disbelieve it all at once. How can I as man, partake in such divine pleasures as you give?

You thrill each of my senses. Sight, sound, scent, feel and taste with your sex. Each facet of your femininity leaving me more contented then the last but all the while inspiring a want inside of me to feast upon your body more until my thirst is sated.Yet the years have taught me that my thirst for you will never be satisfied.

But when the hunger for your body has all but consumed my being, I realize that the spark that lights the flame of my desire is my love for you.

Its more than mere hot lust and tender caress that excites my flesh and incites me to act. It is the love I have for who you are.The special woman you are. All you are.

My wife.
You are my lover.
Mother of my children.
My friend.
My strength.
My all.
My everything.

I love you. �[/font]