Love isn’t cheap, although love can be cheapened. Love at any cost exacts an incalculable toll on the human soul. A five-dollar short time will get you love in Olongapo City, but what kind of love is that? Even a ten-dollar long time, an all-nighter, gets you nothing but relief, one more conquest to secure your manhood, and another sea story for the guys at work. Where’s the love? Where’s the tug of heart strings when you part? Where’s the lingering afterplay, the sweet-whispered nothings and soft kisses that imprint you on her heart and make her feel like a woman? Where are the gentle lingering caresses, the searching fingers, the bodies pressed together among entangled legs and muscled arms? The short, sweet breaths, the bitten lips, the kisses in the hollow behind her ear? The scratch of beard, the soft underbreast, the gentle breeze lifting the light curtains and cooling the sweat on your back.
Love is…
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