The suspense is killing me as I look into your eyes and ask myself If I deserve this intense, passionate connection. By the way, you touch my soul. I don’t know how to respond to the emotions that you are expressing so effortlessly.
The insatiable craving of your lips has my heart spinning like a tornado. You tell me all your deepest thoughts and secrets as I sit back reluctant, hesitate, and bashful because I never knew I deserved such craving, relief, and connection with a human soul.
It was a quiescent volcano waiting to erupt; the trenchant sweet breeze you allowed to go down my spine was a tacit elated vibration we needed for the new year’s bliss.
I know that I have to keep pushing for this love while enjoying this simple imperfection at its best. Love has taught me many lessons.
I cannot sit here and tell you that I don’t have my antennas on because I would be lying to you and myself.
It was a clandestine ball waiting to fall with the wishful thinking of love at first sight. Needless to say, I couldn’t wait for this dismal of heartache to happen because I became accustomed to the betrayal, disloyalty, and lack of trust, lack of communication, and painful lack of commitment from many. Hence, it became a natural state of affairs of betrayal of lovers to leave, walk away, and blame me for their misdeeds of experiences of lust.
You introduced me to the kind of love that I feared and prayed for in the darkest moments of silence. A moment of solace when you approached me allowed me to be vulnerable like the waves that rush over the rocks of vitality.
I spread my eagles, knowing my receptors were receptive to your energy. Unbeknownst to me, you manifested healing that I need to propel forward in my journey of love and salvation.
I’ve departed from the realm of the truculent desert of despair. For many years, I accepted the mundane silky thoughts of sorrow. But, today, I’ve turned a new leaf and bestowed a new treasured lover.
Taking all the shots presented before me, no omission, just pure, honest, raw, like the unfiltered mist of air of mountain bliss.
They’ve told me that I should withhold and never be authentic, but I should have censored what they told me and went with the ladder.
The phoenix arose like an epiphany of home and delight.
You triggered a point of reference that has been paralyzed for years, and you came to rehabilitate, heal, and taught me how to walk, talk and think after years of living in a coma.
Is it an illusion, or is it a rock that has been forming just for me and waiting patiently as I earn more field experience?
The sweet nectar gravitates to the soul left uncharted with the desire to test your supreme being of all complete inhibitions. The omnipresent of your essence is the mere truth like the sun that radiates as expands like honeydew.
Healing is cathartic, and it’s an infinite treasure that will take a lifetime to reach its peak. Liberated from the bondage as I savor the nectar of forgiveness.
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