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
My new favorite song and band and video!! Enjoy! ❤
Niki
~
“Feel It Still”
Can’t keep my hands to myself
Think I’ll dust em off, put em back up on the shelf
In case my little baby girl is in need
Am I coming out of left field?Ooh woo, I’m a rebel just for kicks now
I been feeling it since 1966 now
Might be over now, but I feel it still
Ooh woo, I’m a rebel just for kicks now
Let me kick it like it’s 1986 now
Might be over now, but I feel it stillGot another mouth to feed
Leave her with a baby sitter, mama call the grave digger
Gone with the fallen leaves
Am I coming out of left field?Ooh woo, I’m a rebel just for kicks now
I been feeling it since 1966 now
Might of had your fill, but you feel it still
Ooh woo, I’m a rebel just for kicks now
Let me kick it like it’s 1986 now
Might be over now, but I feel it stillWe could fight a war for peace
Give in to that easy living
Goodbye to my hopes and dreams
Stop flipping for my enemies
We could wave until the walls come down
(I’m a rebel just for kicks now)
It’s time to give a little tip
Kids in the middle, move over till it falls
Don’t bother meIs it coming
Is it coming
Is it coming
Is it coming
Is it coming
Is it coming back?Ooh woo, I’m a rebel just for kicks, yeah
Your love is an abyss for my heart to eclipse now
Might be over now, but I feel it stillOoh woo, I’m a rebel just for kicks now
I been feeling it since 1966 now
Might be over now, but I feel it still
Ooh woo, I’m a rebel just for kicks now
Let me kick it like it’s 1986 now
Might be over now, but I feel it still
Might of had your fill, but you feel it still
~
“Feel It Still” is the second single from the upcoming album “Woodstock,” following “Noise Pollution [Version A, Vocal Up Mix 1.3],” which was released on December 2nd, 2016. While originally planned for another project entitled “Doomin + Gloomin,” “Noise Pollution” will appear as the final track on Woodstock.
novel (n.): 1. a fictitious prose narrative of considerable length and complexity, portraying characters and usually presenting a sequential organization of action and scenes. 2. (adj.) of a new kind; different from anything seen or known before
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