Romance

Love During Illness

When the pain from the fever wracks my body, I don’t want anyone to touch me. Yet at the same time, I am desperate for a man to hold me and help soothe away my misery. I hate being sick and alone.  I want to be with a man who will hold me close to him, gently stroke my hair, and lovingly kiss my forehead. I want to be with a man who will make me soup and bring me tea. I want a man who will draw me a hot bath and then sit next to me, talking softly to distract me from the pain.

None of the men I have dated since my divorce have loved me enough to care for me like this. When I got sick when I was dating them, every single one of them ran for the hills. Some might send texts to check on me. Others did not. Their love was not enough to risk my contagion. Their selfishness was greater than their compassion.

So even as I sit here with snot dripping down my face, a thermometer rising higher, and chapped lips from all the mouth breathing, I still wish a man were kissing me. I wish his arms were around me. I wish I was partnered to a man who could see my beauty despite the virus. I wish I was with a man whose love knows no bounds.

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You Are a Man

What makes you a man in my eyes?

When you hold me close to you and I feel safe, that is when you are a man.

When you treat me with respect, that is when you are a man.

When I can hear the compassion and concern in your voice when I am having a hard time, that is when you are a man.

When you talk to me and tell me your thoughts and dreams, that is when you are a man.

When you make me laugh (and sometimes groan) at your jokes, that is when you are a man.

When you text me to let me know you are thinking of me, that is when you are a man.

When you wear a suit and tie like no one else can, that is when you are a very sexy man.

When you turn me on without even touching me, that is when you are a man.

When you touch my face, gently and tenderly, and then kiss me passionately, that is when you are a man.

When you pull me close to you with your strong hands, wrap your arms around me, and kiss me with a determination that lets me know exactly how you feel about me, that is when you are a man.

When we are cuddled together in bed, naked as can be, and you kiss my neck and touch my waist making me feel like a desirable woman, that is when you are a man.

A cock is not what makes a man. A hard cock is definitely not a sign of a man. Cocks are nice, and when they get hard, that’s great, too, but it’s still not a sign of being a man.

You are a man. Always.

©2016 WoodLeatherLace.com