What I think of my viffer.

So, I recently went back to VT about a month ago; and I really miss an important woman in my life. I guess you could say this is a love letter of sort.

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You are everything that I look for in a woman. You’re beautiful; gorgeous even. The way you talk makes me giddy like a schoolgirl. You’d sing wonderful lullabies to the kids. I love the way you light up at night when we go out on the town. I’m intoxicated by your sweet aroma. I love how you’re different than other girls; you’re exotic – you stand out in a crowd. You don’t bitch and moan about not getting your beauty sleep. Come to think about it, I don’t think I’ve ever heard you whine before. You have an alter ego, a beast that comes out once in a while; and I love it. You can be graceful, quiet, I might even say modest. I love pushing your buttons and watching how you react; each time there’s something different about you that I didn’t notice before. But, when push comes to shove, you definitely shove. You don’t care when we fight, cause you know I still will love you forever, plus you’d probably kick my ass anyways. You’re a riot to be with. You’re athletic, nimble, and quick on your feet. You’ll do anything I want, you’d go to the end of the world and back if I took you, you’re not afraid to get dirty, or soaking wet in the pouring rain. We’ve have a lot of history together; I wouldn’t trade those memories for the world. The complexity of your simplicity befuddles my brain; yet I can’t get enough of it. You drive me crazy. You got all the right curves in all the right places. I’ve spent years with you, and I still don’t know everything about you. I love how you’re always there for me; you rarely falter, always ready at a moment’s notice. When you do fall, I’m there to fix you, regardless of how long it takes; I don’t want a new woman. I want you Wendy. I want you because there’s nothing like walking out into the garage in full gear, turning the key, pressing a button and listen to you roar as you come to life. There is nothing like grabbing a hold of your handles and you giving a handful of adrenaline. Nothing can replace your mixture of gasoline and exhaust. I know you’re old for your kind, but you are a work of V4 art. I know things would never work out between us, since I'm man and you're machine, but, I miss you.



Yours Truly,



Joe B

 

Man that was beautiful. I'm gonna print it off and use some of it for valentines day next year.

 

Stop your whining and go buy a 3rd Gen :biggrin:

Rollin