Cocaine Princess here.
“Behind the mind that plans and the hands that build, there must be a mediator– and that is meant to be the heart.” ~Metropolis
Today is St. Valentine’s Day.
A day when chocolates taste a little more sweeter,
And roses smell a little more fragrant.
A day when kisses are a little more juicer,
Hugs are a bit more intense & touches feel more sensual.
A day for lingerie with heels.
A day where no words are needed, only gestures.
A day to be frisky & not shy.
A day that calls for blindfolds, handcuffs and whip creme.
A day to indulge your lover's fantasies and ignite their flame.
Shakespeare once wrote:
“Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind, and therefore is winged Cupid painted blind.”
“Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind, and therefore is winged Cupid painted blind.”
Perhaps this explains why Love is hard to define. It’s such a profound word. How do I define love? I can’t. If anything, love is more of a feeling and some feelings are impossible to put into words.
Then again to quote Def Leppard: “It's such a magical mysteria ......”
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Did you know:
It takes one hour of rigorous love-making to burn off the calories from 5 pieces of Valentine's Day Chocolates & whispering, “I love you” in her ear can warm her to the core & instantly tickle her key erogenous zones.
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~♥ Those without a Valentine I offer these words of comfort: for every lock there is a key & when the time is right Cupid will strike.~♥
~♥ My loyal and dear readers, Happy St. Valentine's Day. ~♥XOXOXOXO,
Cocaine Princess
