He loves me with strong, calloused hands.
He pushes aside wisps of hair to gently kiss my forehead.
His way to wordlessly say, “It’s still ok, you grumpy, unloving, selfish girl . I love every bit and piece of you. I still do. It’s just me and you and WE will always be ok.”
He laughs when I won’t.
He likes music I don’t, he likes mine too, he never has to choose. He’s an Eclectic demigod of tunes. A firestorm of moods. He can be as crazy, raunchy, crude, irreverent, lewd, uncontrolled, wild and wicked as the music he listens to.
He is undone watching sad movies, the ones where sports heroes die in the arms of a best friend.
He loves books as if they somehow help him breathe. He reads to me the things that touch him most deeply. He hides nothing of what he’s feeling or thinking. He knows I never judge him & though I may disagree I respect him and always try to see though his eyes.
His openness, trust and complete honesty are the greatest gifts of Love anyone has ever given me. He allows me to reciprocate. His uncaged heart frees me.
Everything about him screams sexy. His mind is my Aphrodisiac. His body is my home. There is no part of me he hasn’t seen. There is no place on me he hasn’t touched. My lips, sighs, whispers, cries, passion, pleasure, pain, desire, every inch, outside and in… There is nothing I keep from him. To Him only do I belong.
He can split logs and carry them in rain. He is made of hardest muscle and beard. He is not soft. I love the rugged length of him. The smell of sweat and skin. The way his hands engulf mine. The way his body shields and protects. He makes me feel strong, yet delicate.
He isn’t afraid to Pray, in his own way.
He seeks beyond this world for the greater good and greater Truth.
He Respects all creatures, all life. He lets butterflies rest upon his thumb and never kills bumblebees or fireflies.
His takes no delight in cruelty or another man’s downfall
He is strength with tenderness. A gentle upheaval. A fascinating contradiction.
He is Bold as knights of old. He Protects the innocent, the weak, the bullied, the meek.
He is slow to anger or take offense. He sees all, the bad, the good in those he calls friend.
He does what is right and honorable with courage and strength of conviction.
He is a man of action, a Warrior
He is a Seeker of peace
Hypocrisy he never tolerates. Ignorance he won’t excuse. He never suffers fools.
He has no need for the approval of men. He’s no sheep to be led by irrational emotion. He’s not influenced by the latest trends among politicians, philosophers or the masses.
He is a realist, a pragmatist who sees with the eyes of wisdom and reason.
He is an Idealist, an optimist, a philosopher.
Compelling, passionate, brilliant and fascinating. He challenges my mind, and he delights when mine challenges his.
He is gentility and class. He is confident and secure with his manhood, his place in the world. He is nobility of thought. Justice and honesty are ingrained in his heart.
More than generous, he seeks no adulation or glory for kindnesses
He sacrifices without complaint for those he loves
He gazes into each sun’s rising and setting with wonder and awe. He knows all nature is a masterpiece, a treasure to protect and respect
He shows me reality in colors unseen
He sees beyond what the eyes perceive
In every season he finds hope, no matter how stark the horizon or chilling the breeze
He teaches me unending ways to discover the Beauty in me
Like a rare flower he treasures and cherishes me with every breath
He delights as I bloom beneath his care. He is never threatened by my strength. He could crush me in an instant, I trust him completely. I am fearless and free within the fortress of him
He is my Protector, my Avenger
He is my Savior, my soulmate, my biggest fan, my most ardent, attentive Lover
He is my best friend
He found me when I was alone, unguarded, unmasked. He SAW into me and still stayed around. I know it’s meant to last
He is Man ~ He is my Love
He walks this earth
My Soul’s Mate known and expected
since before time began
I will wait a lifetime
to walk beside him once again
Hand in Hand
His words betray me
His words make me believe he is perfect for me
and he is
His words make me happy
His words are a fantasy
His words are the gorgeous kind
the kind you want to curl up in
and let him pet you to as you purr
to know me
as if we once
I dreamt last night ~ it was deeply felt
in between sleeping and reality
I closed my eyes
I called out to you across the miles
in desperate prayers of longing and desire
You and I
in my mind
I felt your touch
I smelled your scent
I felt you lying in bed beside me
My hands, your proxy
began to play
Nocturne upon my naked body
in gentle symphony of fingers
songs of lust across my skin
Invading sweetly~ gliding, roaming
a languid slow adagio
Suddenly, I felt your breath
exhales directing my
in swirls twists, tantalizing flicks
Higher lower~ tempos taunting
Bold pluckings~ pinching pizzicato
Reddening tips ~ breathing deeper
Blood flushed rushing
In resonance rising beneath my skin
Slickly sweetly ~ harder faster
Raging to the music of you
My body hotter ~ wetness flowing
In chords rough~ Hard and deep
I muffled screams, whimpering
as my hips rise to meet
Hands riding the rhythms
of frantic edgings
Rolling in liquid waves
Over and over
Smashing against tides
of sweet release…
Alive with ache
In every thought
My body slick
Beneath hot rain
As showers soothe,
I breathe your name
My body dripping wet
Fires rage again
My legs spread open,
Warm jets of watery tongues
Mercilessly flicking ~licking
My tender swollen lips
I moan as pleasure builds
Higher and higher
I whisper your name
I bite my scream
I taste red
I see your face
though me~in me
I lick your gift off
Your name still
on my lips
I’m ready for more
Lost in you~ Lost in your
Dark dangerous dominance
I am enslaved by my desire
I am your slave forever
Never set me free