In the Pink

Is there anything better than lying in bed, naked, spent, cuddled up to the biggest, baddest, rottenest feline in the yard, as he breathes softly into your neck and strokes your hair, and kisses teeny tiny butterfly kisses along your shoulder and up the side of your neck?

What's that you say? No?

Well, there is, but the only differentiating factor is when you are doing this listening to the most fabulous music, that just happens to be one of the basic tenets of your connection -- the common denominator that you discovered when you were first getting to know each other.

That is pure heaven.

So today, on the worldwide designated day for showing love and affection -- which I confess I have no real need of because I show and am shown the depth of love and affection on a constant basis (and sorry if I sound like I'm bragging, I'm not, I'm just so happy with the VFWF) -- I share with you the latter part of our last session.

No words are needed, since none were spoken, other than "Oh my god, I LOVE this song!"

And "I love you so much."



And "Purrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr."



Happy Valentine's Day, angel. No massacres, only love.