THE INSIDE OF ME THAT COMES WITH YOU

AT TIMES WHEN MY DAYS BECOME SLOW, WHEN THEY CARRY LITTLE OR NO EXCITEMENT I LET MY MIND FOLD INTO MY HEART, NOT MY WHOLE HEART JUST THE PART THAT CARRIES THE LOVE AND THOUGHTS OF YOU. WHILE THERE I’M ABLE TO ENJOY ENDLESS JOYOUS BLISS THAT COMES FROM STARING INTO YOUR BEAUTIFUL FACE BEING WARMED BY YOUR GLOWING SMILE, LISTENING TO THE SOUND OF YOUR HARMONIC VOICE. OFTEN WE FIND OURSELVES ENCASED IN SENSUAL LAUGHTER, BRINGING TEARS OF HAPPINESS AND SIDE TEASING PAIN. EVEN WHEN I ESCAPE BACK TO TIME, I REMEMBER THE EXHILARATION OF MEMORYS OF THE LONG WALKS IN SCENIC WOODS FILLED WITH THE EXCITING SOUNDS OF BIRDS SINGING AS IF FOR US. THE PLEASURE OF SO MANY WARM DAYS, BASKING IN STREAKS OF SUNSHING FILTERING THROUGH BRANCHES HELD ALOF BY MASSIVE TREES, BENEATH WHICH FREQUENT PINICS HAVE ALWAYS CULTIVATED AND ESCATIC END TO A WONDERFUL JOURNEY THRU A PARIDISE OF NATURE. THEN THERE ARE THE MANY TIMES OF OUR EXPICT BEACH TRIPS THE ONES YOU SPOKE OFTEN OF WITH DESIRES, SO INNOCENT AND NAÏVE I WAS TO YOUR WAYS IN THE BEGINNING. NOT ONCE KNOWING THAT A BEACH COULD BE MORE THEN SOOTHING SAND, WADING IN COOL SPLASHING WATER THAT EBBS BACK AND FORTH, HUNTING FOR SHELLS , BEING AT AWE AT THE BEAUTIFUL COLOR OF THE ENDLESS WATER, NEVER KNOWING THAT THERE WHERE ACTIVITIES THAT WOULD MAKE EVERY SUNSET, AND EVER SUNRISE IMPOSE NEW MEANING. YES SO MANY TIMES AM I IN THIS SPECIAL PLACE CREATED BY MY ASPIRATION FOR YOUR SEXUALITY.

BUT I’VE NEVER BEEN ADOLESCENT ENOUGH NOT TO KNOW EVERY DAY BRINGS OPPORTUNITY FOR SUCH SELFISH DIVERSION. IT IS AT THESE TIMES AMIX THE CONSTANT STRAIN, HETICNESS AND FUSTRATING TRIALS OF THE DAILY GRIND THAT TURN INTO THE TRANQULITY OFFERED BY THE DISPLAY OF PROFFESIONLISM, WHERE UPON WHEN FEET STEP ONTOP OF THE PLATFORM WHERE AS MANAGER I AM ABLE TO COMMAND WHILE VISULIZING THE MANY NIGHTS OF FEASTING ON THE BEAUTY, THE PASSION, THE SWEETNESS OF YOUR LOVE BEING DRIVEN THRU THE DARKNESS FILLED WITH STARS WHICH HAVE BEEN AND WILL BE EXPLORED BY EXPLORERS SUCH AS YOU AND I. FLOATING AND DRIFTING AMONY THE MOONS AND PLANETS WITH OUR BODIES INTERTWINDED HOLDING EXECUTIVE ATTENTION WITH LASER POINTER HIGHLIGHTING THE UPS, THE DOWNS, DISTRIBUTING THE GREEN, RED AND BLACK WHILE FOCUSING ON THE MOMENTS OF CARESSING TOUCH, BRINGING FORTH MOANS OF HIEGHTEN PLEASURE RICIPORCATIONG BETWEEN OURSELVES GASPING FOR THE ESSENCE OF THE OTHERS BODY. SOMETIMES WHEN I TREAD THROUGH THE MONDAIN CHORE OF ADMINISTRATING THE SOUND OF YOUR LOVE PROPELLS ME TO ASTUTE DECISIONS, ENTERING AS ALWAYS INTO MY MIND, HEART AND MY SOUL SWEET AS A WHISPER, WARM AS FIRE, SENSUAL AS THE DREAM I SEE IN YOUR BEAUTIFUL EYES. BUT TODAY THE ORGINS OF FATE HAVE CHOSEN ANOTHER DIRECTION FOR MY DAY. THOUGH I’M PUSHED PAST THE ACT OF TEMPTATION TO RESIST THE NEED TO RESTRAIN FROM THE ENJOYMENT OF MEMORIES I REALIZE THAT TO DO SO FOR ONE HOUR OR ONE DAY AND THAT MATTER ONE WEEK COULD NEVER REMOVE THE ABILITY TO RECALL THEM, THOSE MEMORIES THAT EXCITE AS MUCH IN MY MIND AS THEY DID WHEN THEY HAPPEN. THOUGH THE NEED TO JOURNEY ALONG THE CONSTANT VARIATION OF MY DAY COMSUMES AS WELL AS PUSHES ME, WITH IT BRINGS NO NEED FOR BEING INSIDE THE BOX OR OUTSIDE OF IT. I OFTEN FIND MY SELF SMILING BECAUSE I’M STRONGLY AWARE OF THE SPECIAL THOUGHTS WHICH AWAIT ME WHEN THE FIRST CHANCE TO SUCOMB TO MY DESIRES. OFTEN WHEN THE REALIZATION THAT THIS DAY WILL NOT BRING ABOUT THE NEEDED TERMS FOR MY THOUGHT FESTISHES IT ARRIVES WITH THE SENSATION OF STANDING FACE FIRST IN A SONIC BLAST OF WIND, WITH FACE, HAIR AND ARMS FORCED BACK. IT SLOWLY RECINDS WHEN WITH THAT SMILE OF AWARENESS SLOWLY BUSRT FORTH INSIDE BRINGING THE RUS OF INFINITE OWNERSHIP OF THE MEMORIES THAT WE HAVE GIVEN AND FOREVER WILL BE STENCILED IN THE OTHERS HEART. BUT I WOULD BE AMISS IF I WHERE NOT TO ACKNOWLEDGE THAT EVEN ALL OF THIS MUST BE DONE WITHIN THE WALKD OF A THIN LINE. ALL THE SMILES AND MEANINGS ARE PERKS OF THE PROCOLMATION OF A SHARED LOVE, RATHER THEN THE VENDICATION OF A MORE THEN WORK BUSY LIFE. IT IS SUBLIME TO HAVE THIS ULTIMATE ADVANTGE AS WEAPONS TO ATTACK AND CHALLENGE EVERYDAY. IN SELFISH ADMITTANCE IT GIVES A NEAR DICTATORIOUS AIR TO ONES PERSONA. BUT THEN AT THE END OF DAYS SUCH AS THESE THE MEMORIES OR AS DESERTFUL AS EVER. THEN AGAIN THERE COMES TIMES WHEN ALL OF THIS SEEMS TO TAKE THE PLACE OF THE REAL TIMES. THAT’S WHEN IT BECOMES IMPORTANT THAT WHEN WE ARE TOGETHER TO GO BEYOND EXPRESSING AND ENJOYING. I’M AWARE THOSE WORDS APPEAR TO HOLD NO TRUTH, BUT THEY ONLY MEAN THAT WHEN I ACTUALLY HOLD YOUR HAND I HAVE TO FIND A WAY TO MELT EVERYTHING I HAVE THAT YOU COULD FEEL FROM MY HAND TO YOURS. WHEN I’M KISSING YOU I TRY TO IMPURGE MY LIPS INTO YOURS, WHEN I’M INSIDE YOU, HOLDING YOU, POSITIONING YOU, I MUST ALLOW US TO BECOME ONE, NOT JUST BANGING INSIDE YOU, BUT RATHER LETTING ALL OUR ACTIONS, OUR MOANS BECOME ONE. THEN WHEN ALL OF THAT IS OVER, AND OUR BODYS ARE HEAVING LIKE TO GIANT BEACHED WHALES, OUR EYES HAVE GLAZED OVER, OUR FINGER TIPS TREMBLE FROM THE NEWLY PASSED PASSION AND WE SLOWLY DRIFT INTO THE SLEEP DREAM WORLD AS IF WE WERE KIDS WITH SUGAR PLUMS DANCING IN OUR HEADS, TRYING TO MUMUR OUR APPROVAL OF SATISFACTION TO BE LOST ON LIPS OF EXHAUSTION, AWAKING TO SMILES OF MORE MEMORIES TO CARRY THE PENDING DAY AND ONE ANOTHER. STIFLING SHOUTS OF JOY WE PULL APART TO START OUR DAY AS PEOPLE NOT AS WARRIORS OF OUR LOVE AND SEX. SEX, MY GOD, YOU HAVE GIVEN ME THE HIDDEN ELEMENTS, THOSE THINGS I DID BEFORE SOME WITHOUT HESITATION WERE NOT THE SAME. MY LOVE, MY SWEET LOVER, MY WILD LOVER, YOU.

IT WOULD SEEM ALL OF THIS WOULD BE SHOCKING, BUT I ANNOUCE THE DIFFER. FROM THE MOMENT OUR VOICES PASSED ON THE WAY TO EACH OTHERS EARS, THE MOMEMENT OUR EYES LOVKED THE FIRS MINUTE OUR HEARTS SKIPPED A BEAT, THE AGONIZING TIME WE SHARED WHEN WWE PARTED FROM ONE ANOTHERS PRESSCENSE. I KNEW BEING ITH YOU WOULD BRING ALL OF THIS. FIRST IMAGINING BEING WITH YOU, APPLYING THE PART OF ME THAT WOULD BE MY HALF OF US. ALWAYS IN THIS RAINBOW, NOT ONE OF COLORS, TRAVELING THE ARCH OF SUCH NOT ON HAND AND KNEES, BUT RATHER FLIDING ALONG THE VIVID ROAD UPON MY HEART, FOREVER ABSORBING AND EMBRACING THE MEMORIES THAT LINED IT FROM END TO END. AS WELL IT’S SIMPLY THE MAGIC OF HAVING A SENSATIONAL PARTNER TO ADMIRE AND TRUST AS MUCH AS ONE TO CREATE THESE PICASO LIKE MEMIORS WITH. HAVING BEEN ASK ONCE HOW SO MUCH CAN BE PACKED IN ONE HEART, THE ANSWERCAME WITH A SMILE, THE MEANING OF WAS SIIMPLE BEING IN LOVE, WHICH GIVES WAY TO LAUGTHER WHICH IT SELF BRINGS ABOUT MORE MEMORIES. I WONDER NO MORE WHY AFTER A SHARED LIFETIME WHEN ONE LOVE ONE DIES, AND THE OTHER SLIPS INTO MERE NONEXSISTENCE WHICH OFTEN LEADS TO A SOON AFTER DEATH, FOR I KNOW THIS IS A BEAUTIFUL HAPPENING, THESE THRILLING MEMORIES BECAUSE THE OTHER PARTICIPAN IS NEXT TO YOU GIVING COMPLETE LIFE TO THEM. IT IS SO AMAZING THAT THERE IS OPPURTUNITY TO SETTLE INTO THE PLACE IN ONE’S HEART WHERE MEMORIES LIVE FOR NOT ONLY ARE THEY REPLAYED FULL SCREEN, BUT THEY ALSO BRING ABOUT A POETIC SENSE OF TALK. A TALK MORE SOOTHING AND INFORMATIVE THEN THE REAL RICHES OR SUPERIOR TO FATE ‘AS DESCRIBED BY MS. DICKINSON‘. HOW AS GREAT AS THEY ARE THE TIMES SPENT AND ENJOYED WITH MY LOVE NEVER PRESENT THE CRATION OF NEW RECOLLECTIONS BEING MADE WHEN EITHER HER HAND RETURNS THE SQUEEZE MINE GIVES HERS, NOR WHEN THE WARMTH OF HER NAKEDNESS HEATS MINE, NOT WHEN A KISS FROM HER LIPS CLOSES MY EYES. SOME HOW THOUGH SOON AFTER WHEN MY LOVE IS LYING, HEER BODY SLOWLY SETTLES FROM THE ESCASTY SHE BRINGS TO MY DESIRES, I CAN FEEL MY HEART TUGGING AT THE CORNER OF MY MIND BEGGING IT TO LEND IT’S EYE, THEN THERES ME LYING ALMOST IMMOBLE FROM MY QUEEN, WITH A SMILE UPON A SMILE. SHE KNOWS NOT TO WORRY BECAUSE EVEN WHEN SHE SEES THE LOOK OF A MEMORY FILLED MIND IN MY EYES. MY ARMS STILL POSSES THE ABILITY TO HOLD, AND MY FINGER TIPS ARE ABLE TO TRACE MISCHIEVOUS PATHS UP AND DOWN HER BACK. I WOUD NEVE BE ABLE TO EXPLAIN THE ARROUSAL THAT COMES FROM FINDING ONE’S SELF SLIPPING INT BLISFUL SLEEP, FILLED WITH EVEN MORE VISIONS OF MY APHORDITE IN ALL HER SPLENDOR. THE WHIPPED CREAM TO THIS DESERTFUL SLEEP IS AWAKING TO THE LAST THOUGHTS OF MY VENUS IN COMPLET CONTROL OF ME. LIFE IS NOT ALWAYS FILLED WITH ONLY DREAMS; NO MATTER HOW LOVELY THERE ARE TIMES WHEN I LOOK AT HER BEAUTY THAT THE POET IN ME ARRIVES. THE OTHER DAY I QUOTED THIS TO HER “YOU ARE THE CHOCOLATE TO MY CRAVINGS, MY MASTER PIECE OF PERFECTION, MY SUNSHINE OF WARMTH, MY JOY OF LIVING.” I TELL HER THAT IT IS TRULY HER BEAUTY THAT BRINGS FROM ME THESE WORDS OF A SOFTEN HEART. WE SPEND MANY TIMES IN CHAT MODE, WHICH IS GOOD FOR WITHOUT KNOWING OR MEANING WE OPEN OUR HEARTS IN THE FORM OF GIVING AND RECEIVING. WE ARE NO DIFFERENT THAN OTHER COUPLES; SOME OF OUR TALK TO EACH OTHER CAUSES THE OTHER TO PONDER SOMETIMESL. THE LAUGHTER IS DELICIOUS TO THE END OF OUR TONGUES. THE CUDDLING SHARED IS SPECIAL. SOMETIMES WHEN MUSIC IS PLAYING WE DANCE. TO FEEL HER BODY LIGHTLY MOVE WITH MINE DELIGHTS MY SOUL, THINKING ABOUOT HOW MUCH OF AN EXPIREMENT THE DIP IS GOING TO BE. LUCKLY WE DON’T DO THE TO STEPPING. SO MANY TIMES THE CHILD IN US COMES OUR AND WE FIND OURSELVES CHASING EACH OTHER THROUGH OUT THE HOUSE. ON WARM DAYS WE FIND OUR SELVES OUTSIDE IN THE HAMMOCK IN A DREAMY SLEEP. I TELL MYSELF THAT I AM THE LUCKEST MAN ALIVE. I PRASIE AND THANK HIM DAILY FOR ALL THE BLESSING HE GIVES, FOR ONE OF THEM IS YOU. WHEN I THINK OF YOU, IT’S LIKE WHISPERING WITH A SMILE UPON MY FACE, NOTHING BUT HAPPY LAUGTHER. WHEN I HEAR YOU LAUGH IT MAKES ME WANT TO WHISPER A SMILE UPON MY FACE. THOUGH AT TIMES THE ANIMAL, THE GENTLEMAN, OR THE SILLY MAN THAT APPEARS THAT YOU ALWAYS RUSTLE UP FROM WITHIN ME, YOU NEVER FAIL TO DENY BE BEING SUCH. THEN WE LAUGH WITHOUT WHISPERING, ONLY SMILING WITH OUR EYES, DON’T GET MAD, FOR IT IS HARD TO TELL whose SMILE IS LARGER. FOR I THINK WE BOTH HAVE BIG EYES. BUT STILL IT IS WONDERFUL TO HAVE ALL OF THIS TO SHARE WITH SOMEONE. I KNOW YOU SIT IN AWE AT THESE WORDS, SOME SENSUAL, SOME SILLY, SOME COME ALMOST WITH TEARS; THEY APPEAR ON PAGE AS THEY DO IN MY MIND. FUNNY IT IS HOW YOU TEND TO REMEMBER THE SILLY BUT LET THE MEANINGFUL FLY AWAY. OUR PASSION SEEMS TO FOREVER INCREASE. THE JOY THAT HAS COME FROM KNOWING YOU AND THE JOY EXPECTED IN THE FUTURE IS WANTED AND AWAITE FOR WITH LOVE. AT TIMES I WONDER IF THE MAGIC DIES WHAT WOULD BE LEFT FOR US. WOULD WITH BROKEN HEARTS WE SLOWLY DRIFT APART, ADDRESSING ONE ANOTHER WITH SILENT STARES RATHER THEN WITH SMILES. NEVER KNOWING HOW MUCH OF US DIE INSIDE WHEN WE GO DAY AFTER DAY WITH TOUCHING. HOW WOULD WE LIVE OUR LIVES WITH THE ACHE IN OUR HEARTS CAUSES OUR MOUTHS TO REMAIN CLOSED. NO LONGER HEARING EACH OTHER SAY I LOVE YOU, NOR RESPONDING TO THE SOUND OF THESE NEEDED WORDS. AS I THINK OF THAT AWLFULNESS I STILL SAY IT WOULD BE MORE JOYING HAVING THAT TO GO THROUGH THEN NOT HAVING HAD ALL WE’VE SHARED. THE THINGS WE SLOWLY ENABLED ONE ANOTHER TO DO AND BECOME. BUT NOW ON THIS DAY AT THIS TIME THAT’S NOT THE WAY IT IS. RATHER RIGHT NOW I’M STILL HOT FOR YOU, ALL OF YOU. YOUR FACE, YOUR EYES, YOUR SMILE, YOUR BODY WHICH IN TAKING CLAIM TO MINE YOU GIVE YOURS TO ME. SO THIS DAY AS BEAUTIFUL AS ALL THE REST YOU SHALL KNOW WITH ANY DOUBT THAT I LIVE AIR FLAVORED BY YOU. TODAY I PAMPER YOU, ALL OF YOU FROM YOUR MIND TO YOUR BODY. WITH YOU LYING IN MY ARMS I CARESS YOU, KISSING, WHISPERING I LOVE. MASSAGING YOU EASING AWAY ALL THE ACHES, THE STRESS. TO SIRANATE YOU IN SILENCE WHILE YOU SLEEP. WISH FROM MY HEART AND SOUL THAT YOUR SLEEP HAS YOU LIGHTLY FLOATING ON CLOUDS AS SOFT AS COTTON.