To this woman...

You know, I've wanted to tell you this for some time. And I just haven't had it clear in my head what I wanted to say. Or how to say it.

I completely worship you.

I don't know why. It's really a chemical thing which impacts me on every level. Physical, emotional, intellectual, spiritual... Every aspect I can think of.

Every time I see you it's like that. Looking at the surface of your skin and thinking about what it would feel like, physically, emotionally and energetically, to touch that skin. Even fully dressed… Sometimes I look at that soft skin along your jaw, right in front of your ear, down to the curve of your jaw… There's the smallest touch of soft, almost invisible hair there. I get completely sucked into just the idea of stroking you. The sight of you halves my IQ. And when I catch a glimpse of your cleavage, I am drawn in to imagining placing my face between your breasts and just inhaling you. Drowning in that scent.

When I haven't know you well, it was very hard to tell you what I was feeling... That I wanted you. That I do want you. I've had a story from my childhood that people didn't want to know what I was feeling, so I am only now really learning to share that. In the past I've tried to use caretaking as a way to lure you into relating. I'm only now starting to see things differently, see what I might have to offer you just by being me. To practice that.

When we do touch, I'm always aware of it. It can be just the slightest little bump, but I notice it. I think "Wow... she touched me"... It lifts my heart, excites my body, even just that tiniest of things.

When you've let me kiss you, it's amazing. The whole world disappears. Even most of me disappears. All my attention gets riveted to the place where we touch. I'm filled with sensation that feels like I'm shining from the inside with this gift of you.

When we snuggle, when I am holding you, it's like a lighter version of that. A part of me savoring each breath. When I awaken next to you, and there's time to wrap myself against your back, I get this vast feeling of contentment. Peace. Of course, then I start noticing your female nature…

And when we make love, it can be the peak experience of my life. Breathing in time with you and our motions… Touching that lovely skin… Tasting every part of you… Inhaling the scent of you… Watching your pleasure, knowing that I'm helping to give you this marvelous experience… It's like being touched by god.

I know you sometimes don't see yourself this way, you see every blemish of whatever kind. I have always been able to find the beauty in you. When you let it, I see how it radiates from every pore.

In the past, I haven't always been able to take all of your moods... Sometimes when you're passionate about something, and it's a fear or anger kind of passion, I haven't known what to do with that. I know it's my stuff, but it keeps me from being as close to you as I'd like. But I love you when your strong. And I've battled against this part of me so I can be closer to you.

I think I am mostly straight because I never see any of this when I look at a man. And whenever I look at you, no matter what's going on, what you're doing, no matter where you are… This is always in the back of my head. Yes, it makes me stupid sometimes, seeing you as a goddess. But experiencing you this way, the divine pleasure of it, the complete separation from space and time that I know is possible while worshipping you… I wouldn't want to give that up.

Thank you.

This message is from me to womankind.

I am having this urge today,
this constant imagining,
of simply getting lost in kissing you.
Taking your face in my hands,
tuning out everything else,
stroking your lips with mine...
inhaling you,
tasting you,
stroking the insides of your lips with my tongue
ever so gently
Then, after a time which felt endless,
which might have been moments or hours,
running my hands down your body
exploring every inch of you
with all my senses
the scent of your neck
the feel of the skin on your chest
the taste of your breasts
stroking your whole body with my face
you inspire me
perhaps I should take up writing romance novels
or erotica
all I'd have to do is write about wanting you
I would love to take the time to do those things
to spend a weekend with nothing else to do...
except you.
To delight you in every way I can think of
I enjoy feeling you from here
But to have you in my arms...
to be able to do all the things I've been dreaming about...
ahhh that will be heaven
I was thinking of petting you with a rose
then I remembered that by doing that,
pleasant as it would be for you,
I wouldn't be enjoying the feel of you
which is, of course, what draws me the most
I would like to press into my hands
all the urgency of wanting you,
then pet you with that energy,
that longing...
a firm but gentle touch
communicating to you how you make me feel
slowly spreading fire into your nerves
awakening a matching desire.
You make me happy

Sometimes you need a little love...

*love*
*love* *love*
*love* *love* *love* *love* *love*
*love* *love* *love*
*love* *love* *love* *love*
*love* *love*
*love* *love* *love* *love* *love*
*love* *love*
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*love* *love*
*love*

Love Poetry

perspective

so tired
working all day
the sun beating down
covered in muck
stop here and rest!

oh look!
A bee stopped to rest
On this delicate flower
How happy to have
A life so idle!

One Letter Off

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5y3 9n3w 2y343 697 o3qf3 6974 0qh5w q5 y9j3
qhe 3f3h 8r 5yq5[s h95 5y3 0yqh5qwj 5yq5 0oqt73w 697
w58oo 5y343 q43 9ddqw89hqoo6 5y9w3 eq6w
5yq5 q43 u7w5 9h3 o35534 9rr.

(some days feel like dreams
the ones where you leave your pants at home
and even if that's not the phantasm that plagues you
still there are occasionally those days
that are just one letter off.)

(this one is "abstract" because of it's point of view)

A Different View

we trees stand proudly
watching over land and time
slowly noticing the fast moving
creatures dancing in the water
the light of the warm day star
sparkling from their bark