The D Spot

There are so many definitions, so many different meanings, inferences, references and ideas…
I love so many people in so many different ways.
It varies from moment to moment sometimes.
And if I tell you I love you it can mean so much…
layers upon layers and
mixed up emotions.
There are some that I love off and on
and some that I love to the depth of my soul.
There are some that I love so much that it makes me cry
and others who’s love has been withheld so long that I barely register the feeling anymore.
Love is patient and kind and all that stuff..
but it burns and it hurts sometimes too.
Or it leaves an emptiness when not returned;
Sometimes you don’t notice it until you feel the lack of it,
Or the separation from the one you love.
It brings you to your knees
in agony or ecstasy.
It brings tears to your eyes
in joy or sorrow.
Love is elusive, slippery when wet
and oh so good when returned.
I don’t know…I’m not a philosopher,
but neither am I a saint;
good old physical love is a good way to spend an afternoon or night.
I used to get love and lust all mixed up, back in the day.
Hell, its easy when the hormones are raging.
Now I learned you can love and lust, and they can
be the same or different,
even within the same person to whom you are attracted.
I don’t know…
I’d love to hear other ideas…
how do you define love?