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I love feeling a woman's soft hand in mine
caressing the curve of her hips
her smell
her taste
the comfort she has with her femininity and sexuality
her smile
her laughter - even when she's snorting uncontrollably
when she hits me playfully
when she can bust my balls without having to castrate me
when we can acknowledge our passion for each other even in the midst of a fight
when we can acknowledge our passion for each other when making up
her tears - they move me whether they are tears of joy, pleasure or deepest sorrow
holding her in my arms without words or reason
surrendering myself to her completely
making animal noises at each other
when we're comfortable enough to fart around each other and laugh about it
watching "Survivor" together in our sweats on the couch while eating ice cream....
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