Looking over to see you with that camera of yours, hiding what I presume is a wicked little smile.  You are so damn sexy, my true love. “Why do you look at me that way?” Not a word from you.  You just click and move as I go back to drinking my tea or reading a book, working on the yard or fishing at the lake.  

“I should be taking pictures of you, you’re the beautiful one that turns heads and hearts.”  Not a word more clicking as you move closer.  My grin widens as I shake my head and work on the car, build a bonfire, toss a ball with the dog.

“Seriously, I’m just an average man, with an average life, doing average things.” 

“But you’re MY man, and I love you………..plus there is nothing average about you!”

*Then I wake from the dream, another average day ahead for this average guy!”