I can get sex...I can get sex...I can get sex!!! Why do men seriously not understand that what I am missing in my life is not the physical part of sex and the simplest part of the menu. Maybe on a man's menu a woman's simple part is really the most complex on theirs. After all they say men are Mars women are from Venus or something silly like that.
Sure I miss the physical part of sex at times. A large rough hand caressing my thighs, a warm wet mouth biting down on a hard excited nipple or even the first entering of my lady part. All these are amazing and make sex enjoyable, but you can really get that from and tom, dick or harry in any corner bar. Its the simplest part of the menu that I crave.
The debating over breakfast about how to handle the oil spill and fill the hole, the expressing my views and thoughts and knowing they'll still meet ya for dinner that night even if they disagree. It's knowing they are going to be there the next morning. The one who grabs your hand as your walking, holds the door, or texts just to say hey! The one who asks how your day went. The simplest things that make humanity bearable.
The one your heart jumps when you hear his voice on the other end, your smile crosses your face, eyes and body every time you see them. The one person who can chase the clouds away. The one that no matter where you go it seems like an adventure that you never want to end.
The one that you could give all of yourself to body, soul, mind and know that when they throw you against the wall kissing you passionately, as a hand finds your panties that in the end you are going to be filled with gentleness.
Where is the waiter? I'd like to order of the simplest part of the menu please!
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