thediaperzone: The touch of her skin…the smell of her hair…therise and fall of her breasts…she is my
thediaperzone: The touch of her skin…the smell of her hair…therise and fall of her breasts…she is my home and she is my love. In her arms thewhole world seems to slow, even if just for a brief second. I feel the purestjoy at the sense of simply being hers. She might have her flaws but to me sheis just right. Hers are the steady arms that hold me tight, the silly voice readingme my favorite bedtime story, and the sweetest touch kissing me goodnight. Shefeeds my grumbling tummy, bathes my dirty body and changes my wet and messydiapers. With her I am safe to get lost in my imaginary world and escape to aplace of wonder. In a world of disorder she is a steadying energy. She iscomforting, calming and a forgiving source of love. She is my friend, she is mywife, and she is my mama. -- source link