Feeling sexy

There is nothing sexier than someone who feels sexy. I have seen women who may not fall into the standard paradigm of sexy, but oh, my, if they didn't just exude sex. Less and less, I realize, sexy has so little to do with what you are wearing, or what you are not wearing as the case may be, and so much to do with the energy you send out. The simple curve of a hip or neck, a slow wink, the catch of breath or the quickening of a heartbeat all play a part.

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I seemed to have the magic ability to bypass the whole going grey thing. My hairs go from brown to white with nary a pause in betwixt. This I am fine with. But no one warned me the hair on my business was going to go white too. This disturbs me. Although I think it is kinda funny at the same time.

It is so easy for me to get lost amongst the angst of my job or the desire for more, and periodically it drags my into a funk. Some would even call it depression. But damn if I can't just roll over in bed and snuggle up to the beautiful, warm, soft woman who took me as her husband and upon hearing the cat-like purr that escapes her lips when I snug up to her, know how lucky I am. There is no need to worry.

I do it for the smiles I get from my wife. I do it for the kisses. I do it for the hugs. I do it so that when I come home I hear "daddy!" as I open the door and see my kids running towards me to tangle themselves in my legs. I need to remember to say thank you more often for the hugs, for the kisses, for the smiles, and for the love I can hear in the voices of my children.