I fall short in the ability to explain my self. My words fail attempting to describe the euphoria you provide.
you take me to a place where it seems as if our souls have fused together for a moment.
Briefly , I know you; every pore, every pulse, every thought, every fear. As I learn more of who you are, I love you more.
For a moment, I am able to be me, vulnerable, loving, content . . . joyous that there is no need to hide. |
Apparently I’ve been saying I love you and thank you too much.
really?
Get the fuck over it.
I don’t say it to hear it said back to me, though it is nice to hear. I say thank you when I am grateful or appreciate what was said or done.
There are people and things that remind me of the beauty and wonder of my life and this self expression is how I appreciate such things.
I want to remember living my life well, even when times are tough. That’s when I begrudgingly learn the most.
I try not to take anything for granted, for I never know how anyone’s day will end or if there will be a tomorrow.
Here’s to living fantastically, for nothing is accomplished without passion.
The feeling of being loved, appreciated and wanted while being naked to his loving eyes.
Seeking approval as he observes the the body I have the soul I am.
Longing for him to caress me in sin drown me in his ecstasy as I tremble from ancient rites. |