What is love? Is it a certain attraction between two people? Is it the need to be with someone and does your body actually crave that touch?

I've come across an instint and possibly fatal attraction before, why does this happen? So many questions and not enough answers I suppose.

So, back to this attaction; I'd only met up with him twice before this started, the first day I was without him, wasn't a problem, got by with my usual business but the day after, I felt lost and needed to talk to him, so I dropped him a text, he replied and went from there. If I wasn't with him, I needed some kind of interaction but please don't think I'm crazy, I'm not, this was as wierd for me as it is for you reading it.

The 2nd time was wonderful, we talked, cuddled, laughed, kissed but his touch on my skin was heaven, like my own eden! He would gently stroke my arm, finger tips breezing over my pale skin and listening to me sigh, he would let out a smug giggle and rightly so :-) I was putty in his hands, whether or not this was a plan from his side, I don't know but I was fully enjoying our time together. He knew how to handle a woman, not a girl, a woman and it didn't bother him about the way I looked or my body (I hate my body) but he seemed to love my curves and embraced them like never before!

Stroking my hair, I laid back in his arms and listing to his heart beating in a timely fashion, this also calmed me. He'd kiss my head and I knew, in that single moment, I was in a fantasy, could this man be true?

I remb this time together, I was cooking and become very neurotic about it, buzzing about in a world of my own, he immediately stopped me in my tracks, wrapped his arms around my waist and pressed his smooth and perfect lips against mine..............that was the moment, right in that 10 second frame, I was smitten. I know it's not original but 'he had me at hello' , calmed me down and I was no longer buzzing around like a blue ass fly, well for the following few minutes anyway ;-)

For that whole night, I was his attraction, every single breathing moment, I was his main focus........this is how he made me felt and I treasure those moments dearly, why? Because no man has ever made me feel like I was a woman, that I was attractive and that, even for that night, he wanted me.

What about now? I can't stop thinking of him and I don't know why....................and I know you're all picturing Glen Close with a knife but that's not the deal at all, he just made me smile.

peace out xx