My Lyfestyle Through Lyrics
These days, all I want to do is kiss and cuddle. Thank God my son doesn’t mind that I’m borderline smuffocating (smothering + suffocating = smuffocating) him. Yes, I just made up that word. I do that often when the English language doesn’t have a word that I feel would best suit what I am describing or talking about.
Although my son is a great cuddler and shows me a lot of attention and affection when he senses that I need it, I still crave for a more “adult” someone to hold or hold me. I miss the kissing. I miss the cuddling. I miss the squeezing. I miss the touching. I miss the wrestling. I miss the stolen squeezes. I miss the physical aspects of a relationship. I miss it ALL, but the drama (but that’s beside the point).
I enjoy cuddling. In bed, in front of the fireplace, on the couch while watching television. Next to sex and eating, being held and holding someone is by far the next best thing! The warmth of a man’s body pressed up against mine. His slow breath upon my neck. Our legs entangled. Our hands gently traveling across each others arms, legs and back. Before I know it, half the day will be gone and I’ll never feel bad because of the time passed spent cuddling. *sigh*
For now, my honey is thousands of miles away. Therefore, my imagination has to put in double-overtime to satisfy myself physically (if you get my drift). The day my boo and I meet I’ll be a kiss and cuddle monster! *RAWR* I hope he’ll be ready!
Get to kissing, and get to cuddling!
When was the last time you cuddled with your lover?