soothing

Most men are taught from day one to hide pain and sickness. Kind of a keep your shit to yourself and buck up and deal with it thing. For some of us, that’s one of those harder then not issues we deal with every day. I mean what man when sick doesn’t want to hear his mother’s voice or his wife’s cool hand across his brow? But as is the lot of a true man, we knuckle up and tie our own shoes and go about the business of being a man. But there are times when the pain is such that all I wanna do is lay my head across the sweet warm bosom of a women and let it all go away. Is that one of the best joys in life or what? Wrapping your arms around a woman and laying your head against her breasts, which no matter what size they may be, always seem to reach out and cradle your head just right, or is that an illusion because it’s the perfect act? You just lay there letting everything go as you close your eyes and take a deep breath as you feel the rhythm of life pulsing beneath you. It’s not a sex thing or this thing or even that thing. It’s just THE thing, one of those special gifts that women have. And this is one of things that only make sense to me.

"and the monkey flipped the switch"