MistressOfGa
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Love Is... Love is sitting at the table watching him do his schoolwork. Watching as his brow winkles a little in concentration. I try so hard not to disturb him because his studies come first. But his eyes are so beautifully green, and his smile lights even the darkest of days. Sighing, I get up and leave him to his studies. Love is, when he pulls up in the drive and my heart drops to my feet and lingers there for a couple seconds. He gets out of his truck and I force myself to breathe again. Love is, him reaching out to hold me, and he smells like the outdoors and sunshine mixed together. His hair tossled, he looks so handsome and beautiful at the same time. His green eyes shining, and all I see is love in them, for me. Love is knowing that he is letting me win at Jeopardy and not caring, because his laughter has made my heart sing and nothing can beat that feeling. Although when I pout, and he says "Aww come here poopie" and I fall into his arms. Love is, cuddling on the couch, eating popcorny and m&minimies while we watch our favorite movie for the 20'th time. We can say the dialog before the actors do. Word for word. We laugh at the same part of the movie, as if we had never seen it before. "What are we, girlfriends here?" lol Love is, staying up all night talking and planning. And with just a gentle touch, our bodies feel the longing to be together again. We lie there in exaustion, knowing that when the sun comes up, he will have to slip out of bed and go to work. Love is, having him as my best friend, lover and submissive all rolled into one. He says the words that I long to hear "Yes Mistress". Love is, him getting into his truck in the middle of the night in the pouring rain, to come and comfort me after I have had a bad dream. Love is, being bitchy at him and knowing that no matter what happens, he will love me unconditionally, without sacrificing his own beliefs. Love is, sitting on the dock fishing, knowing that although he is sitting with a rod in his hand, he isn't really fishing, he is staring at me. The last of the sunlight plays against his face and all I want to do, is get up and hold him close to me, and never let him go. Love is, saying goodbye to him knowing that I will not see him for many months. A year later, neither one of us has taken another. A year later, although separated by 2000 miles, our love is as strong as it was the day we said goodbye to each other. Love is, the tears that we both cry, from wanting to be together again and talking on the phone or online remembering the past that we had and the future that has yet to be written. Love is, him cancelling his trip to Germany until I can go with him. Even though he has planned this trip for years. He tells me that no photo will be complete without me in it. Love is... Brian and I. MistressOfGa and pupofMoGa
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