Valentine’s Day, a time of love, remembering love, and taking the time to hold hands, and gently gaze into each others’ eyes, breathing deeply as you say “I love YOU.” Words may not totally express the love, but the physical connection and eye contact surely will.
Listen as Roberta Flack and Peabo Bryson sing: “Tonight I celebrate my love for you… our spirits will be blinded by a sky lit up with diamonds.” My heart and soul are so glad to be welcomed by the one I adore. I delight in the touch, ever so gentle, the long slow strokes, as my body awakens and dances in the joy of the moment. As we caress, our breath becomes soft, joining together in ecstasy.
And…what better way to enhance the Valentine Moment than with Aloe Cadabra, and for this moment we choose French Lavender. Ahhhhh…the smell of excitement is there as we fall in love again, and again. The feel of the silky, smooth aloe becomes a part of us together in love. Happy Valentine’s Day!
The children are asleep waiting for Christmas morning hoping that Santa will arrive with many wonderful gifts…AND not a creature was stirring….EXCEPT for Mom and Dad, preparing the way under the decorated tree with multicolored lights flashing brilliantly. They nestled down onto a soft blanket under the tree gazing at the lights, smelling the pine needles. Smiles were on their faces, the lubricant for a smooth journey was in their hands, and the excitement increased as they touched, massaged with long, slow strokes and loving and kind words….and then….”Is there really a Santa Claus? Will Santa see us and the reindeer see us? Will we get caught?….ah…the thrill of getting caught. Christmas music is in the background…..the joy of Christmas is here fully, with laughter, and a visions of sugar plums dancing around them.
On vacations we always carry Aloe Cadabra with us, “just in case” there is an opportunity to celebrate or relationship. We were in Hawaii walking along the beach and along the golf course at sunset time. The grass was an intense green, and the ocean waves were pounding the shore. We began to make love on the golf course under a palm tree on a long par four. Just as we were about to complete the act and with true celebratory sounds, the sprinklers went on. We laughed, grabbed our clothes and ran down the golf course soaked and naked, and made love again. I think we had a par on several holes, or were they “birdies?”
