I’ve never been about the Hallmark holidays, but Valentine’s Day is a little different. I’ve only been with a couple girls that don’t dig Valentine’s Day and as much as it ruled to have someone thinking the way I do, it doesn’t replace the feeling of seeing my girl light up when I remember to get her something nice on that day. I can’t get enough of a beautiful woman’s smile. I’m the kind of guy that buys my girl flowers and gifts just for the sake of doing so, I don’t need a holiday or a birthday to do it -but if remembering to get her something nice on Valentine’s Day makes her smile, then I’m good with it. Anything to see her smile. I’m floored when I see her lips move and even more when they open just a little. Sure, a full laugh is also beautiful, but that satisfied smile is just so perfect; that smile that’s followed by the perfect gift, or more, by that sweet little kiss… it makes me want to go in for more, to feel those lips touch mine at that first second while she’s still smiling a bit, feeling her lips push against mine and open just a little, just enough to taste her sweet breath, touching the edge of her teeth with the tip of my tongue, feeling her tongue just touch mine as our mouths open a little more, our tongues twist together just perfect and slide away as we part our kiss and look into each other’s eyes.
That smile.
I love that smile. It’s the warmest feeling ever.
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