I lie down, belly full, feeling completely wiped out. As I kick off my shoes, I realize I have a
little fantasy playing out in my head. I
have this idea of a love being there, taking my shoes off for me and giving my
feet a quick rub as she tosses my shoes aside.
Then she crawls up beside me, rubs her hands up my back, fingers through
my hair. The part that really seals the
fantasy though, is the feeling of love and completeness. And then it hits me, I just want to be
loved. My fantasy life isn’t anything
crazy or unattainable… or is it?
I don't think it's a fantasy....you will find it...we both will.
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