Your Everything

Familiarity breeds contempt?
Not with you.

I swear, you're such an exception.
The more I get to know you,
the more I like you.

Your little quirks.
Your truths.
Your lies.
The way you love.
Your imperfections.
Your perfections.
Your body.
Your mind,
God yes, your mind.
Your habits.
Your ideas.
Your tears.
Your laughter.
Your lips.
Your eyes.
Your soul.

Your everything.

The more I have ,
the more I crave for....

Birthday wish

His birthday wish to her:

''May you mix reality with fantasy so much
that lines between the two get blurred 
and at times you hardly know which is which...''

Sharing

Seasons come and go.
Christmases,
Easter Holidays
Valentine's Days,
their birthdays,
Summers hot and carefree, 
Falls golden and mellow
and the changing seasons come and go.

And he's still here.
Always here,
no matter where he is physicallty.

All she has to do
is reach out to him
and here he comes
always there for her.

Comforting, 
listening,
offering advice
or ideas,
loving her
in his own unique way.

Sharing.
yes, trully sharing
 his life with her...

I can smell it

''How do you know?''

''I can smell it''.

''I can smell how horny you are,
even when I'm hundreds of miles away...''

All I have to do,
is
think that I need something from you.
No actual words needed.
You senseI need it,
then you provide.
As simple as that.

''Because I want your wishes''...
you told me.
Lucky, lucky me

Larger than Life

-''Do you like the way I describe you in my stories?''
she asks him.

-''Yes, very.
Who would' t like being loved so''.

But it isn't because she loves him so
that she paints this 
larger-than-life picture of him.

In her eyes, he is so....

Larger than Life

My dessert

After a particularly satisfying gourmet meal
two things may happen
simultaneously:
you are as full as you can be,
swearing you can't eat any more
but also you' re like
''yeah, some dessert would be nice right now''.

After their gourmet loving sessions
she goes away 
full to the brim
craving some more 
of him.

He knows.
And he keeps talking to her
through every means and medium 
available at the time.
Serving her that dessert of hers.

Perfect dessert
after a square meal...

ONLY you

''You, Only You''.

Only you can turn me on
this much,
make me tremble this much
desire rushing through my body
like an electric current,
driving me mad.

All it takes
is one look, 
one touch,
one word
and I'm there...

Riding the waves with you...

Insatiable

Yes, she's greedy.

She gulps down her coffee
in two sips,
devours her slice of cake
in two mouthfuls.
And
 she loves having lots and lots of sex.

Lots of it.
Every day, all day if possible.
(he made the 'all day' part possible).
Insatiably.
Greedily.
Hungrily.
Like, there is no tomorrow. 
Exactly like that.

And her infatuation with him?
It has pushed it to the extreme.
Plus, she misses him so when he's away.
There are only so many hours every month
when they can actually be together physically.

She won't ask for it persistently
or demandingly,
that's for sure.
But he can tell
she's always after some more.
''I love it, insatiable foxy'',
he tells her,
''how you're always, always in the mood,
even after you're full''.

Yes, she's greedy.
But only of the good stuff...

Sobbing

She's crying.

He' s holding her tight. 
Really tight.
She is soaking his pyjama top with her tears
her head burried in his chest.

He doesnt seem to mind.
Holding her ever so tight.
Stroking her hair.
Kissing her forehead.
Whispering sweet nothings
into her ear. 
Comforting her.

Until she's done with sobbing 
and she gradually relaxes into his arms.
Resenting him
and loving him
at the same time.

Until all sensation is numbed
and all she wants to do
is fall asleep into his arms...

Her language of Love

He once brought her an expensive perfume as a gift.

She liked it and appreciated the thought.
But other than that?
Totally forgot it on a shelf.
She realised her language of love is not gifts,
it's quality time together.

She prefers their time together.
Lots of it.
Fun times together.
Lovemaking.
Cuddling.
Soul gazing.
Spontaneous trips to the countryside,
hanging out in a small cafes,
eating in cozy restaurants,
holding hands while watching TV,
listening to him talking,
having him listen to her.

That's her kind of thing. Beats expensive perfumes hands down...

.

Saturday Cuddling

The unexpected bliss 
of a whole Saturday morning
just for cuddling in bed.

Drinking coffee,
dozing off,
falling asleep in each other's comforting presence,
then more cuddling,
snuggled up under the warm bedcovers,
his light kisses on her forehead,
her warm hands on his back.

Then on to some hot-steam action....

Already

''I  miss you'', he texts her.

''What, already? ''
''From three hours ago?''

''Yes...''

Just...

I'm Just a Μess of a Dreamer
With the Nerve to Adore you.....

είμαι  μόνο ενα μάτσο όνειρα,
κι όμως έχω το θράσος να σε λατρεύω...

Enough is

Until I'm reduced 
to a happy, 
shivering and quivering mess
in your arms,
trying to catch my breath,
gibberish from bliss.


That's when it's enough...

Airbrushed

..because ever since 
he came into her life,
all her pictures 
look as if they're airbrushed...

her face photoshopped
by his love....

Your Energy

Your beautiful energy.

Warm, loving,
but strong and masculine at the same time. 

Detectable even online.
Putting a smile on my face.

I sense it 
and immediately I'm like,
''there you are'' !

Making me horny too.
Very....

I'd recognise it anywhere, babe...

No need

''Forgive me'', he says.

Referring to their beginning.


Her heart reaches out to him
and she types quickly:

''There is NOTHING to forgive.''

''I love all parts of you, 
the quirky ones even more so,
because if it wasn't for them 
I would have probably never noticed you
or fallen in love with you.''

Because when you love, 
you love every prescious part .

Even those parts 
that are considered broken
 by other people.

Especially those parts...

Just like that

Three days after their first weekend together.

And he's coming over 
again.

Three days passing in a blur.
Like the feeling you get
when you're walking in your sleep.
She's still walking
in her dream.

Asking herself questions like,
''Can it be as good as last time?''
or
''What's gonna happen now?''
or
''How am I supposed to be like? 
Cool? Enthusiastic? Composed?''

Then he's here.
And her heart is full, 
full of him
and she doesn't give a shit about questions,
she just is.
With him.

Before he goes away,
all it takes is a 
''Till next week?'' from him
and a grateful
''yes !'' from her
and just like that,
drama-free,
question-free,
doubt-free
they're in this together....

Sacred First Times

First times are so sacred.

All engraved in her heart.

First time he approached her online.
First time they texted each other.
First time the talked on the phone.
First time she started falling for him.

First time she saw his face.
First time they went out on a date.
First night together.
First time he was inside her.
First time they held hands in public.
First time in their nest.
First time they chatted on skype.

Like two kids they are,
both of them.
Full of enthusiasm.
Enjoying life's little or big moments.

Living life and love to the full...

Love heals

Love heals, they say.

Of course it does. 
That warmth emanating from his eyes and heart,
going deep,
penetrating into her depths,
making her all warm and cozy inside,
the feeling you get
after you wake up from 
a rosy, innocent childhood dream.

''And you think you didn't heal me?
he told her once,
after a particularly bitter text 
she's sent him.

Of course she healed him.
His beauty
and her beauty
rising up, 
mixing up,
weaving a protective cocoon of Love
healing them,
protecting them....

Face-to-face time

Let me tell you something, sister.

Distance sucks.
Because,
ya know, 
you go through this :
a serious lack of face-to-face time. 

Yes.

Your lives 

going along on parallel tracks.

You ask,  
how deep do the roots 
of this relationship go?
Deep enough 
to sustain your spirit 
during the days and weeks of separation?


Glad you asked.
Long distance can be bliss.
Only if you are a quintessential romantic:

The urgency of every second together.
 Because they all count.
Elation rushes in 
as each kiss is savored, 
every touch cherished.
Reality divinely air-brushed
and memories pristinely sealed—
set aside to be deliciously revisited later.

Yes sister.
If a relationship can survire long distance
more than one year, 
it can survive almost anything.

 So there's a  certain peace with this reality.
 You can feel him being on the other side, 
thinking of you, being in love with you. 

And frankly,
this is all you could ask for....

On his terms

He taught her to love
un-conditionally...

Not in the usual:
 ''I will only love you if''...
No conditions.

She let him do it his way
from the beginning.
Totally surrendering to him, 
to his whens and wheres and hows.
She gave it all,
gave him her all,
not out of weakness
but out of love.

Loving him
on his terms....
Because the only love worth that name
is Love Un-conditional...

Ever

No, she won't forget, ever.

How he was the only, 
the only one for her
when everybody left,
litterally and metaphorically.

Throughout the dark night of her soul
when all light from her heart was gone
he was there...

Listening to painful confessions,
listening to rantings 
virtually wiping tears
encouraging baby steps
giving hope
giving love
teasing her
provoking her
challenging her
devoting his prescious time to her
tirelessly
relentlessly
saving her
in so many ways.

Saving her 
and in the process
falling in love himself
as much as she did fall in love with him.

Her sweet hero of a man.

Who never gave up on her
even at the times when she gave up on him.

But the truth is
neither of them ever gave up.

No, she won't forget, ever.
Ever....