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The warmest, most comforting gift from heaven is a kiss from my girlfriend, my inspiration, my love; her succulent lips charged with sexual essence wrap around my lips leaving me to my most eased stage. It always feels just like the first time I fell for her in the soft, gentle waves of love as they rock me back and forth leaving me in my dreams. I tell her “I’m yours” like the song by Jason Mraz because she gives my heart life as if it were her coloring book. She saves me from nightmares by coming out of one of my dreams to hug my lonely self to sleep. She springs up every emotion my heart could possibly have, especially the selfish side of me: when we end the day with a kiss, I don’t remember what we did but wish for the day to be eternal. I have all types of attractions to her and I look forward to the day I propose to her, to the day I marry her, to the day I am permanently with her in our world made of solid love. Love can mean a lot of things, but right now, love means her.