All of a sudden shades of grey are in the news! It's old news to me. Women my age, Lord, we've experienced the real shades of grey for a couple decades. What's new is suddenly what the shades of grey represent. In literary terms, the words conjure up images of erotica. You know what I mean if you've read the oh, so popular book. I'm sure you've heard about it. It's like someone just created sliced bread or something. Good grief. Shades of grey have been around for thousands of years, folks.
The real shades of grey are not in whips and chains, force and pain. The best shades of grey are whispered into a lover's ear on a pillow of down. The soft caress of a weathered and wrinkled hand on the hand of a partner after 50 years of marriage. Laying beside a lover on a hot summer night, skin-on-skin, only to find you can't be parted. To yearn from the inside out. To be held so warmly and loved so deeply, those are the shades of grey that matter. The real grey. The grey we live for. Die for.
Shades of Grey? It means pretty crazy stuff to some. But to me ... oh, Lord ... it's to be swept off my feet, in love and in words. These are the shades of grey that melt my butter.
Sex without love is like a poorly written book. You can read it, but secretly wish you hadn't. Sex with love will carry you to the end of your days like one of the classics. Even if you only read it once in your life, the story remains in your head and your heart forever.
Blessings to you and yours.
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