Saturday Morning

Beautiful morning here. Last night got to her place, I guess you could say our place now, after work and we laid down and took a nap. An actual nap, really, no kidding a nap. Sleep was even involved. But when we woke up we enjoyed each other's company. Then a friend dropped by to pick up some stuff for her kids who are at thier Dad's house this weekend. We talked with her for a few minutes then went to dinner. A little Mexican joint close by. Great food, great prices. My kind of place. Had leftovers. Went for a drive downtown. Stopped at a store we had been wanting to see. A dissapointment. So we went to a place closer to home. Went home and enjoyed each other's company into the wee hours of the morning. Fell asleep in each other's arms. Woke up had some coffee and back to the bedroom. Man this love stuff is like a drug. Can't get enough of it. It's been said there is such a thing as making love and fucking. There are times for fucking, but the making love beats fucking any day of the week as far as I'm concerned. And when you are with someone you really care about and love, it's that much better. I want this to last for another 40 years or so, but if it were to end tomorrow I'll know what love really is. And that can't be a bad thing can it?