Words fall from my eyes, Your love on my thighs

Yes, I thought a racy title would bring you to my boudoir in cyberspace.  

Welcome.

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Today, Valentine’s Day, has multiple meanings to people.  Rather like multiple orgasms:  great, Greater, GREATEST.  I’m talking great moments here, for in every great moment is some kind of” meaning” which made it so, impacted you so.

My logic is that to some, Valentine’s Day has great meaning (e.g. the first year in a relationship and you are so infatuated, you think you’re in love [Cynic - Go back to your room!]).  And from there, it just gets greater and greater until, expired of orgasmic expressions of love over the years, it plateaus, and we have the “Valentine’s Day? Poof!“ set.

Some people don’t experience that spectrum of multiple greatisms, alas, and actually begin and end at the “Valentine’s Day?  Poof!” non-spectrum of romantic nil.

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I once told my man he didn’t have a romantic bone in his body.  “Yes I do,” he grinned with psychotic sex appeal, and revealed his hardened penis [Cynic - I said back to your room!].

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If you caught my last scribe – which is an aside from the novel I’m working on and presenting here in draft, for feedback of its impact, meaning to people, heart; spy my soul? – if you read it, you’d know today, Valentine’s Day, is “Show Me Yo Love“ Day here on WordFallFromMyEyes.  By that, I mean don’t bring me roses (as if you could) or this or that, just show me your “love” by hitting my advertising button.  

Yes, I know: it has come to this.  I have indeed been single so long, just the thought of that excites me.

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So, if you would be kind enough to click on the ad. at the end of this post, leave a comment that you’ve done so, I will come to YOUR space and hit YOUR advertisement.  This is what I, single as I am in this material world, call “showing me your love”.

If you don’t have any advertisements in your cyber-joint, don’t worry:  I still invite you to hit my “ad” (shall we call it;  flirt-flirt, wink-wink).  That’s what I call “loving me unconditionally”!

The upside is that we each get hit on, Valentine’s Day, and ultimately, best case scenario, we make “a dollar” from the ads we’re hosting.  And with that income, we buy ourselves a wee V/Day something.  For me, it would be reflexology, a foot rub, sauna, by which time I would be in the most laid back, agreeable mood, you could smell my vulnerability a mile off.

Vulnerable, my a*se!  Come here, TIGER.   r o o o o AAAAAARRRRRRR!

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Whatever Valentine’s Day is to you, I hope it is to your beloved too [Cynic, I'm warning you...].  

OK, ok.  

Whatever Valentine’s Day is to you, don’t worry, it will pass – just like the Christmas season.  ’Twas the season to be jolly, now’s the season to be sexy.  And those with no passion for either can just bide their time, allow those bunches and bunches and bunches of roses to be carried past your desk to other ladies in the office (or if you’re male, that promised “date” this evening the glint in his eye, be promised to all the other blokes).

You see, life’s like that:  one person’s oversight is another person’s treasure.   This beautiful bounty may still be waiting to be excavated from the masses here in suburban Australia, but true gold does not tarnish.  So I can wait .

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1.  ”Love” me (hit the ad. below)

2.  Let me know (comment) you “loved” me (just in case my mind wanders to thinking of England – though not likely! not likely!)

3.  I will visit your blog and “love you back”/hit your advertisement and let you know.

Anticipated outcome:  we both get “something out of“ Valentine’s Day, hopefully – as in, royalties from the Advertising God for attracting viewers.  And we buy ourselves something special.

I have been regarded in my life as having skewed logic, but baby, I think this could work for me… and you too.

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HAPPY VALENTINE’S DAY!

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Copyright,

Noeleen

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