Adore, Like, Love
September 28, 2006

I just adore this. I want to eat it with a big spoon in a heaping gobble. I want to scream it from the roof top. I could spend all day knee deep sinking in it. I want to write down every feeling, idea, emotion. Good, moody, and wonderful.

I love it like the blankness of a fresh legal pad. It is a joy to write that first sentence. Crisp, clean.

Like the taste of vinegar in balsmaic dressing on a crunchy salad. Coated over the carrots, mushrooms and onions. Thrown together with blue cheese, walnuts and pears.

Like the smell of fresh flowers at a bar mitzvah or wedding. The boldness and volume are so pungent it is amazing.

Like the moans that emit from Ginger's belly when I arrive home from work everyday. As if her longing was uncontrollable and she has so much to share.

Like extra globs of cream cheese smothering a perfectly toasted warm bagel. Gloriousness in my mouth.

Like the feeling of being naked on newly washed sheets cooled from the blasts of 68 degree air conditioning. Comfort and bliss know no mercy.

Like diving head first into a swimming pool. The rush of the water on your head is so calming and complete.

Like seeing *that* name appear on your caller id, in your in-box and in a text message. Hearts stop beating and a smile is all you can do.

Like putting on those ass slimming, hip hugging perfect pair of over the top expensive jeans and feeling damn awesome. Heels, a top, dangling earrings are no match for the jeans.

Like that perfect combination of a back scratch, a back rub and a back massage. It hits all the key points, is relaxing and brings you to the comfort point.

Like gettting dressed for an evening out. The excitment, anticipation and prep time are all enough. Showering, clothing, make up and accessories. Perfume, pre-drinks and loud ass booty shaking music.

Like Thai food. I will lick the bowl. In public.

Like cracking open the newest Elle magazine to drop into your mail box. Fashion ads, beautiful people and window shopping all between the glossy covers.

Like plucking that perfect piece of eyebrow hair. Getting it is just as rewarding it as exterminating it. Success all around.

Like running my hands through my baby sister's chocolate brown un-dyed hair. It is so thick, loucious and soft, God knew what he was doing.

Like a cool glass of Pinot Grigio. So tasty and tangy. Benefit - a good buzz.

Like looking in the mirror and feeling beatutiful. Flaws, imperfections and all. Knowing that all of this is out there to love. For the loving. To adore.



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