Again. And again. And again

First times are sacred...

She wakes up slowly,
in the dead of the night 
realising she is with him;
his smell is here,
and the outline of his body is here,
and his deep voice is here,
and he is awake,
and her whole body is aching,
yes, aching in the sweetest way possible,
from too much pleasure
and too much indulgence. 

Not sure
what to do next, 
(what's the bed etiquette 
for waking up in the middle of the night 
after hours of pleasure? 
cuddling? going back to sleep?
talking? feigning indifference??)
she just lies there, waiting,
basking in that awesome feeling 
of knowing you're being taken care of,
of your needs being anticipated and met,
of deeply relaxing into it.

Until she feels him moving closer to her
drawing her to him,
intent on yet another round of love
and she follows him there,
hypnotized, as if in a hazy dream.
''Maybe it is a dream, ''she tells herself.
''You can never tell if it's a dream , 
until you wake up''.

So she plunges into that liquid sea of pleasure
head long again
and again....

Teasing

Teasing her
, playfully, mischievously:

''You can't , you can't, you can't !
'I can, too!''
''
You can't have it,
you don't have what it takes!''
he goes on teasing.

''Just you wait! '',
she feigns indignation.

He teases on,
because he knows 
it's the best way
to keep her motivated..

Diamonds

Their best moments
are the ones
no words can describe.

Moments like diamonds
scattered in their memory
glowing,
pulsating,
multiplying as time goes by,
enriching their everyday life,
a source of hidden pleasure
that keeps them sane in an insane world.

Their moments of communion
of mind, body and soul..

Contentment

Watching the rain pouring down
like a grey curtain
outside the car window.
Listening to its patter  
on the car roof.
Faint lights of the town
flickering in the distance.

Or the coziness of the appartment,
TV rambling loudly on
as she lies next to him
touching his body 
with as much of hers as humanly possible.


He is smoking.
Her head on his chest.


Because the only heaven 
that makes sense to her
is the one they are exploring together ...

Your Charisma

You are unique
and whatever you do
wherever you go
people feel it instantly.

You give our world its special flavor.
Your unique aroma 
of awesome.
Palpable, tangible.
Unique.

Except, you are so used 
to toning it down.
Hiding it.
Keeping it for special people,
special occasions
special places.

Please, don't ..
Let it out in the open,
rejoice in it.

The world needs it...

Coffee making

''I' ll be bringing you some coffee'', she says.
.

She shows up, late as usual.
He's waiting in the car, smiling.

''What happened? '' he asks

''Oh, nothing much. 
I just spilled  half the coffee on my way here, 
burnt my fingers because it was scolding hot,
ruined my skirt
and my shoes with it,
then decided to make some more
but there wasn't enough time
so here I am with half your coffee!''

''Next time leave out the coffee! '', he says, laughing.

Yes, she's clumsy.

 But he kind of likes it....

Dreaming

The greatest gift he ever gave to her
was the gift of dreaming again:

fantasizing....
''I wonder what his smile looks like....''

daydreaming...
''I'll be wearing this skirt and those peeptoes for our first date...''
(before they met)

wishing...
''I wish he'd come on this full moon...''
(before they met, continued)

wishing upon a star...
''may we always stay in love....''

dreaming...
of togetherness......

6 o' çlock

''Wake up, wake up already! ''

He texted her, 
six o' clock in the morning,
just a day after they had made their online acquantance .

''Is he a night guard on duty, or what?''
she wondered, smiling.

She had already singled him out,
felt inclined to answer back.

He was already getting under her skin...
slowly and steadily....

Like a glove

Your weirdness
 matches my weirdness
perfectly.

Like a glove....

Infatuation

Getting drunk
on each other's mind.
They cant get enough of it.

Getting high on each other,
since day 1.

Infatuation,
the best drug in all universes!

Lips

Yummy, tasty lips.
Velvety.
Touching her cheek, ever so lightly
Or kissing her own lips.

Tasty lips, are his lips.
Inviting.
Good for biting, too.

Dreams help keep us alive...

Τhey are in his cars.

He is ready to leave.

Suddenly he hunkers down and tells her:

''If you were free to come, 

I swear I'd take you with me

right in this car

,we'd drive away

and I'd never ever let you go''...

He meant it back then, she could tell.
Even though he couldn't 
and she couldn't take him up on his word 
and they both knew it

That night when she did go home 

her insides hummed a happy song

of those words,

spoken from his heart...

Dreams help keep us alive...

Co-creating

''It's different'', she says.
''Every time. I don't know how you do it,
but each time you make love to me,
it's different. And evolving in degrees of ecstasy''.

''You do it too'', he says.
''You do it with me.''

We are co-creating it, babe...

It feels like happy

What does it feels like 
to be loved like this?


It feels like
some kind of heavenly calm
has dawned upon you.
Knowing you are loved and cherished
Secure in each other's love,
happy and content.

And unbelievably lucky
for having the dream,
the love fairytale 
that seems to be eluding most people...

How to Disarm a Little Bitch

She's a cheeky little bitch, that waitress.

Blatantly flirting with him.
Though he is doing nothing to encourage it,
though she sees he's obviously with another woman.

''If any other woman were in your shoes
she'd be either seething with indignation
or making a scene'', he observes
when the waitress goes away.

'' Oh, I don't need to'',
she tells him .
''I'll just pass her by
on my way to the restroom 
and whisper in her ear:
'He's got the hugest you've ever seen,
he lasts the longest you could imagine
and he aint gonna fuck YOU ever!''

They both burst out laughing ,
the entire place echoing their merriment!

Reaching heights of God-like bliss.

Sacred, 
strong,
powerful,
spiritual.

Reaching heights of God-like bliss.
Getting more passionate, 
more authentic,
more dreamlike
as time goes by.

Their blissful love making.
Its raw orgasmic energy
creating a magic vortex of love and healing
enveloping them in a coocoon of ecstasy.

Making them
fall in love
all over again
every single time....

Better and better

It gets better
for both of them
as time goes by
more ecstatic
more divine
more...like them.

Their raw love energy
expressed in the physical
in a torrent of bliss,
in a rainbow of joy
in an overflow of tenderness

What a metaphor

''There is noone in the sworld
that understands me 
better than you do'',
she says.

''That's because I have assmilated you'',
he says.

And somehow,
 she finds the metaphor
real sexy...

Full moons

Up on that rooftop
on a summer time' s full moon.

He is -unfairly- mad at her.
But he's still there. 
So she doesn't mind his being mad.

The wine she's brought has gone bad.
But the peinirlis she's baked
are tasty,
cheese tantalizingly melting on them.
Plus they are together on a rooftop
with a full moon smiling above .

He is still in a bad moon
throughout the night
but they still hold hands
and kiss and talk
 watching that yellow moon
over rooftops
watching over them....

then he walks her home
it will be dawn soon...

what does love look like

''She asked, 
‘you are in love,
what does love look like’
to which I replied,
‘like everything i’ve ever lost
come back to me’''
 nayyirah waheed

Only Me

Somehow he manages to be sexy 
even when they're having an argument.

He'd be like,
 ''go ask your trusted advisor''
and she realises
he resents her 
having other people
meddle with their affairs.

''Where were those advisors
when you were alone and unhappy?
''How dare they advise you
on how to deal with ME
me, of all people, who was there for you all along 
when they obviously weren't?''

His caring
and a bit of possessiveness
warms her heart.

And turns her on
big time...

He is approved

A girl friend of hers is talking to her:

-''Do your dogs like him?''
-''Yes, very.''
-''Does he like your dogs?''
-''Yes, very.''
-''Do they trust him around them?''
-''Yes, very''.
-''Then you're all set. He is approved... ''

How??

You made it.

Only you could do that:
.
be stable and predictable
and so  make me feel safe and secure 
and yet also bring out my wild, fun loving side
by your being playful, and mischievous .

Incompatible sides to most,
perfectly balanced in you...

Beyond Infatuation

Now that she's over
the initial stage of infatuation
now that their romance
has settled into its pattern
she can appreciate him even more.

No little girl's infatuation any more
just love getting stronger and sweeter
as time goes by,
her appreciating his heart,
his mind, 
his body,
his compassionate nature
his love for her
even more now..

For true love 
goes beyond infatuation...

Shared Sleep

The intimacy of shared sleep.

Telling him what's in her innermost heart of hearts,
then falling asleep in his arms,
or lying down exhausted after lovemaking, 
holding tight on to him,
as she's gradually drifting into sleep
his head buried in her hair,
her body all over his.

She can sense him watching over her falling asleep,
registering the exact moment when her limps loosen
and she's no longer awake,
enjoying the sensation of her relaxing into slumber,
right there in his arms,
before he falls asleep too.

Then, waking up refreshed and and smiling
or having him wake her up with those eager kisses of his,
all over her neck, all over her face.

Shared sleep.
The intimacy of real togetherness