What is Love? I often wonder to myself. Is it the long passionate kisses, or, the soft kisses for no reason? Is it her gaze, when she admires my curves, or, when she looks deep in my eyes? Is it the loud moans that echos through the night, or, the late night talks? Is it her voice, when she screams my name at the epoch of her orgasm, or, when she whispers sweet nothings in my ear, while falling asleep? Is it the nights of...