I love the moonlight, and long for it to caress my naked skin.
I love intelligent conversations with anyone.
I love orgasms. Don’t you?
I love that feeling you get when flirting.
I love the taste of fresh pineapple.
I love dreaming.
I love being capable of doing things.
I love the sound and smell of rain.
I love dancing in my wheelchair (now if I could just come up with some better moves).
I love being valued.
I love the way my kids light up my life.
I love being the town cripple.
I love being able to cry without judgement.
I love words, and the fact that they can reach across miles and touch your very soul.
I love baths.
I love weed a little too, just saying.
I love the adventures my mind goes on, even though my body doesn’t cooperate.
I love Blue Bunny Birthday Party ice cream.
I love writing something that gets me wet.
I love the taste of freedom.