The dance of love.

These feeling I have are not new to me. 
They are but like a distant memory, 
that is not distant enough for my heart to not recall the pain that they potentially can bare with them. 
These thoughts I have of you, 
that my mind, body, soul yearn to experience are not strangers either, 
they too carry the distinct scent of surrender, 
of love, 
of commitment. 
And they too hold a fear.

I find myself, 
sitting here, 
looking into your eye’s, 
captivated by the light that dances through them, 
mesmerized by the the turn of your lips and the soft smile you carry upon them. 
I find myself, 
looking away in hopes that you will look toward me in these moments, 
so that I can feel your desire, 
I can feel you taking in my essence. 
And I do.

Each time our eye’s meet, 
each time our lips touch, 
each time you stroke my mind with inquiry, 
each time you twirl my soul, 
and tell me your desires.

I find myself being lifted. 
I find myself feeling as though I am soaring. 
Joy captivates my soul in these moments.

You demand my presence.
You demand my depth.
You demand my vulnerability. 
My surrender. 
And you do it fiercely. 
With certainty, 
and confidence, 
and ohh so smoothly.

Like velvet, I find myself wanting to be touched more.
More with your words, 
with your thoughts and ponderings. 
I find myself wanting to be touched with the emotion that I see and is not fully spoken within your eye’s.

Your perfect eye’s.
Those perfect eye’s that carry me. 
That shine the light of love on me. 
A love that I have felt before, 
a love that is so captivating, 
so stimulating, 
it stirs, 
Stirs my being, 
and makes me believe that more is possible.

This thought of more, 
it terrifies, 
it electrifies, 
and it asks for me to choose.

I hear the sweet whisper of love, 
as it taps on my heart, 
I hear it revealing all that I know already, 
it is uncovering, 
what I fear to let be seen. 
And I ask myself, 
“Why do you fear this love?”

The raw truth is that, 
I do not fear. 
The shudder that quakes inside of me, 
at the possibility, 
is not fear, 
it is settling. 
Settling into all that I have asked God for, 
that man, 
that lover, 
the moments, 
and all the beauty that come with them.

Oh yes my love, 
I do not fear what in being uncovered.

Instead I welcome it.
I crave it. 
As I covet the sweet surrender, 
as I melt into your strength, 
into your passion and presence.

As I allow you to twirl me in this dance, 
that we are becoming breathless in. 
It is with this potency, 
that I find myself, 
opening.

Opening yet again, 
to all that I fear, 
all that I want. 
I bare myself to you, 
raw, real and with intent.

The intent to give myself over to this beautiful moment. 
This dance.

And so it is, 
and always has been, 
when lovers meets.

The beauty of true love, 
is not in the needing of it, 
no….

It is in the wanting.
Not the wanting of the love, 
or even of a person, 
no….

It is in the wanting to be there. 
Be there fully, authentically and ready to be penetrated.

Yes, 
here in this space, 
with love, 
true love, we find ourselves. 
Communing in the moment, 
rapturing into our own glory, 
and embracing the dance.

As Always, 
Stop Existing & Start Living
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