Ι 'll feed you until you are full on Love

The out of this world feeling
when the man of your soul
gives you
the perfect lovemaking night
and when you part
tops it off  
by texting you
a soulful,
powerful
 poetic recount
of said night...

And I love you

Sometimes we are faced 

with hard truths.

Doubt creeps in

as our minds get caught up

in the end result,

forgetting

that it takes

a series of missteps

before our footing is true

and our sight clear.

When I falter,

you are always there.

Lending your light.

Your quiet strength..

Your light penetrates my core

and lifts me up.

Your radiance

burns away my uncertainty

until all I see is

limitless possibility.

A blessed man

equipped with brilliance

A surprise around every corner.

A smile all over my face

You. Are. Appreciated.

And amazing in every way.

In case I forgot to tell you lately.

And I love you

Within

''You have become part of me , I carry you inside me always''
he says. ''I see you so clearly, and what's more important, I love what I see..''

And that's about
the best compliment 
a woman can get
from her man
infinitely better that a mere 'I love you'
because we can love an infinite number of times
but we get to become a part of someone's soul
only once.

That, my love, is what puts me to sleep at night
and wakes me up in bliss every morning...

Happy Anniversary

''I am mad at you'', she moans,
as he enters her. ''I  don't wonna cum for you''.
''I dont give a shit'', he whispers in her ear in that sexy voice of his 
as he's working her up to her climax.
''I wont be cuming'', she is protesting,
feeling the familiar wave surging too dangerously inside her.
Too closely , too late.

''I dont give a shit'', he repeats,
breathing deeply into her ear,
half kissing , half nuzzling her,
steadily thrusting,
inexorably getting her there
driving her mad with pleasure.
He knows her body,
its rythm, its needs and wants.
His arrogant confidence angers her
but her body has taken control now
shutting up her mind.
Surging. Overflowing.
Subsiding in his arms

''More, I want more'', she whispers.
She is hungry. For him.
It's been the longest they've ever been apart.
Fuck distance.
''I want more. More''.
And he gives her more.
Always.
Watching her closely.
To gauge how much.
And how.
His tenderness translating in 
acts of passionate caring  for her body.


''You only want one thing from me'',
he tells her afterwards, an edge of bitterness in his voice. 
''It's just sex you want from me...''

He's referring to her angrily demanding of him
the weeks before:
''I need you here, regular doses of the physical you,
regularly. I cant make this 
unless you come to me often enough.
I need you in the physical often,not once in a while
just talking over the phone or skyping wont do''.

As they are lying there,
in the afterglow of love shared,
his words take her by surprise.
Most of the time she won't let him speak
because she talks too much
and he listens patiently.
Though it's his voice she's craving to hear.
But at that moment,
words fail her.

How can she tell him what's in her heart?
''That's not true..'' is the only thing she can come up with,
her eyes and heart full.
She thought he knew,
she thought she told him often enough
how much she loved him,
she thought he needed no reassurance.

''Write us a story'', he would tell her
each time she wasnt feeling herself
because of his absence.
''Write a story, cook a yummy meal of words of love
and feed us both with it.''
Those were his words.

Because all her stories are for him.
Fore his eyes only,
Even if hundreds read them
its just the two of them, reliving it
through her writings.

So now she knows what she's gonna do.
'' I' ll tell him in one of my stories''

I used to convince myself in the beginning that it would never work.

Slowly I felt myself becoming a healthier person, and although it was happening gradually, his words of soothing encouragement were always running though my head.


All the pain, betrayal, and abandonment that I have felt in thοse past years before he came  seem to mean nothing anymore. He loves me more than I could ever possibly love myself. Is that possible? I don’t know what it is, but this man has kept me happier than I’ve ever been despite of how far he is. Not just by how he loves me, but by the way he is as a person. I’ve met many people I could connect, but none of it can compare to the way my soul, my heart, and my mind connects to his.

 Nothing compares to him, absolutely nothing. I want a lifetime of craziness with this man. I want to fall asleep in his arms, I want to be half asleep and feel his arms around me. I want to lay there and feel his soft lips gently pecking my forehead because that’s when I know I am the safest.

This life altering kind of love.

When I'm hungrily listening to his thoughts and I become intoxicated, it's my body that hungrily asks for his touch.

When he is giving me passionate physical love, my mind and my heart craves his. 

How can I separate one from the other?


Why should I?


I want to be your one life stand, my love.

Every fucking day.

For the rest of our days.


Happy 1.627 days of Love Anniversary


Love you 

Squealing for Joy

Your sleepy voice
over the phone
when I wake you up
from an afternoon nap.
Warm voice,
like a puppy just awake,
your defences down,
sounding all sweet and tender.
Sounding all mine..

Your beloved voice
calling me just before midnight
to say goodnight.
Warming my heart.
Because I've missed you
terribly
this past half of a day
without your energy.

Because we got to hold on
to the little things
until we are back
into each other's arms again.

P.S.: me squealing with joy
when you told me the date
you're coming again.
Only squealing joy
is real joy....

A Poem

''Give it to me, all that you are

Take from me, all that I am

Let me steal from you all that is mine

Your ideas, body, and emotions divine

Hand over your love, pain, and anger

The least of my worries is the danger

I want your light, but it’s your darkness I crave

Because your darkest shades make me cave...''

THAT type of Love

A type of love
that keeps me awake at night
and content at daytime.

The type of love
that confounds
even the most hard core cynics in our lives
because they can't deny
how it lights up our faces
our hearts
our lives.

The type of love
that warms us for days
after our coming together

The type of love
that sometimes  makes me wonder
whether I'm dreaming or awake

The type of love
I keep not finding words to describe
because I cant put into words

We have that...

in each other's keeping

How soothing

it is

never filtering

what 's on my mind

when talking to you.

Being unprecedently honest

about everything.

My secrets.

My goals.

My dreams.

My fears.

My greatest flaws 

(bet you've figured those out by now , anyway!)

My biggest failures,

My weakest moments.

Opening myself completely to you.

And not feeling scared.

Feeling more intimate than ever,

closer to your heart than ever

after each of those conversations.

We know each other.

The parts of each other that suck

 and the parts of each other we keep hidden 

and the parts of each other
we’re each ashamed of. 

And we love each other anyway...

 And that’s why

 we’re so happy 

in each other's keeping....

Love you

Finally, 
a  weekend 
just for us.


Glorious lovemaking afterglow.
Icecream crepes
for lunch
in the glorious sunshine at that outdoor cafes.

Eventually we get back
and we somehow gravitate towards bed,
meaning to just get warm and cozy under the bed covers,
enjoy the close proximity
of each other's body.

Somehow in between basking 
in each other's smell and touch
both drifting off
into the most comfortable, easy nap.
Long, unplanned
glorious nap.
Glorious.
Like the rest of the weekend

Almost dark when we wake up again.
And....
time for you to catch up that plane.

But the warmth of your arm
around my tummy
lingers on..

Love you.
And so do you.
Cause nothing else matters...

Why? Oh Why? Why ?

Why do I love Thee?

Why do I love you?
Why do I want you
in my life
so much?
Why can't I breathe properly
without your presence,
physical or otherwise?

Because..
Because...
Because...
The four year old in me 
keeps blurting forth answers.
Countless becauses.

Too many to count.
And I keep asking:
''yes, but why?''
And answers keep coming forth, 
different ones,
similar ones, 
but they keep coming.
Beautiful answers,
like shiny, starry eyes
gazing at a treasured object of desire.

You, my object of desire.
How strange that I was
your object of desire as well
before you even became mine...

Here's to more to come.
Not just years
More Life.
Here's to more Life.
With you

Your Strength. And Mine

You
always
let me
lean
on your strength....

When I'm faltering
or
when I need an extra dose
of power
to make sure
I won't go without...

''Take my strength'',
you say
''then use it as your own
and I'll pretend
you're the strongest of the two of us..''

Thank you....

Sadder

There is 
nothing saddder
than
being sad
in a place
full of happy people.....

Eyes Shut

Lying on the beach.

Both of us.

And your smartphone clicking

taking pictures of me

when you think I'm not looking.

But I was looking.

Even as my eyes were tightly shut...

My mood is yours

That moment

when you feel so loved

so taken care of

so understood

so seen

so out of this world tenderly cared for

when he 'catches' your mood and tells you all about it

without even setting eyes on you,

that you cant exchange that feeling

for all the comforts and conveniences

of a more 'conventional' relationship...

When I'm trying to be brave

When I'm scared
and trying to be brave
and do brave things
or when I'm in pain
emotional or physical
or both
all I can think of is
''When I'm in his arms again
I'll be safe
and everything will be ok...''

Because...
because his arms
is the only place left in this world
where everything is still ok.
Where I am safe.
Always....

This.....

Your weight
on top of me.

Digging that real hard.....

Proud

In case 
I haven't told you recently:

I am 
so
so so so
proud of you.

Your everything.
The kind of man you are.
Lover.
Professional.
Human being.
You.
Everything about you.

Thank you 
for being you
and so easy to admire
and be proud of.

So easy to fall in love with
and stay in love with....

Can it get any better than this?

All those 
exquisite
dream-like
raw
amazing
experiences
we've had in bed?

All those
sensations of 
different pleasure,
of the intensity
I haven't experienced before?


The experience
getting better
and better
and stronger
and more satisfying
each time we make love?
In a strange,
logic-defying way?


They're nothing
compared 
to what we're about to have, baby.

The best is yet to come.

Because getting to new levels,
levels we couldnt even dream before,
has always been the norm for us...

Playing along

Read somewhere
that as long as a man plays with you
playfully,
teasingly
lovingly
like a mischievous boy
is still very much in love with you,
very much in lust with you


You
 Still
Play
With
Me

And I'm playing along....

The world can keep their serious face
You and I
still playing like two kids
When making love
When online
When offline
When talking on the phone
When talking to other people
When texting
When talking to each other face to face

We play
That's what we do

Thank you
for reminding me
what it's like
to play again.

I'm happily playing along...

The Out Of This World Experience

You always read my stories 
along with everyone else,
I never show them to you beforehand.
I want to sense your sense of eagerness
as you are clicking on my latest story,
our story.
''What is she writing about
this time?''

This time I am writing about 
the thing you do to me
that drives me crazy.
With pleasure.
Of course.
I can already sense your reservations:
''Dont write about it.
They re gonna think it's too out there.
Some things need to be experienced
or else they're never gonna be believed''

I remember how
before you came
you once told me about it
having exprerienced it
with another woman
and I was like
''What crap. The guy is out of his mind''

Then, it was my turn
To experience it with you....

The first time you made me cum
through your thoughts,
I thought I was imagining it.
''No, it's not real''
and
''What the fuck is this????''

But it was.
Real.
And happening.
And I was cuming. And cuming.
I didnt know what you were doing
because you didnt say a word.
You were just doing it.
Working your magic with your mind, 
as we were lying side by side.
And me responding.
And cuming.

''What are you doing to me?''
I asked, breathless,
unable to accept that this was for real.
Us connected in a way
that made our blended consciousness
more intense than physical touch.
Orgasmic pleasure soaking my body.

You did it again 
and again and again.
Part of our repertoire now.
I never know beforehand
when you re about to do it.
That's the whole point, I guess.
Catching me unawares.
An unexpected gift.

Pouring your soul into me
with just your thoughts
and me responding
by physically experiencing
intense pleasure.

Cuming into you... 

The Silent Promise

Before you came, 
it was your ability
to seduce
every bit of resistance out of me.

When you first started dating me,
was your extra-magical abilities
to ravish me out of my mind in bed.
Again and again and again.

Now,
it's all the above
plus
your fierce way to love,
your silent promise
to be here for me
until the day
I no longer need you.

Still do...
Always have,
always will...

Thank you, Again

Thank you 

for showing me off to your coworkers.

For letting me show you off

to my friends.

For letting me be my weird self,

for letting me be a girly girl all over again.

For seeking me out,

even when you are not physically with me,

to cheer me up,

to fill me up,

with your words, voice, love.

For making it so easy

to admire you,

idolise you,

love you.

For making me feel 

I'm the only one for you.

For being the kindest man

I've ever met

but also the sexiest too.

And thank you

 for putting up

with random assholes

trying to flirt with me

on the internet

and you brushing it off

so sweetly and confidently

Love you to the moon

and back...

All the sad things they predicted for us

I remember
every single thing
other people have said
to me
about our love story.
People full of good intentions, mostly.
Trying to put some sense into me


Their words
burning in my memory.
Sad thing, usually,
doom predicting things.

-''He 'll never come to you'' (you did)
-''You won't like the real him as much ( I liked the real you exactly as much )
-He's leading you on ( you are turning me on, constantly)
-''You'll be part of his 'harem' ( ''I'm part of his heart '', I tell them)
-''He's making fun of you ( you are making love to me, in every imaginable way)
-''It won't work because of the distance ( you are making it work, in spite of the distance)
''It's not real love, it's infatuation ( yes, it's not j u s t real love, it's spiritual love bliss)
-''There are too many problems and difficulties for you to be properly together (all of which magical dissipated, one by one)
-''It won't last'' (it's lasting, on and on and on)

And the recurring one:
''Just you wait , until you actually move in together...''
Implying the magic will fade eventually.
But actually, all the while, half fearing
that not only it will, but it'll grow stronger
and stronger and stronger.
Proving them all wrong.
Confusing them 
by defying their preconceptions.
Lite it does already.

It's alright
No real malice intended.
They meant no harm.
It is pure rational thinking talking.
All those people.
Meaning no harm.
Trying to protect.
Me, you.
Talking sense.
Talking through their brains.


Meanwhile, WE were loving
through our hearts....

Just our combined aura felt
lights up space, baby.
Baby of mine.

We go on lighting space.
We go on loving.

Just because...

A Moment

Morning light streaming in.
Vacationing together.


She stretches herself on their bed.
Contentedly.
Well rested.
Well slept.
Well fucked.
Well orgasmed.
Well loved.

She closes her eyes 
and stretches some more.

He catches that expression of contentment
on her face
and desire surges in his chest
all over again
and he has to pull her close to him
all over again.
He has to be
closer to her.
In her.

He adores her contentment.
Especially when he is the reason behind it...

Sweetly

 It was her trust 
that first did it for him,
her trust that kept him going.

 She gave it 
with no strings attached.

What exactly was the thing
 that he found so enticing about her? 

Pretty, ok, 
but there is never a shortage
of even prettier ones
in his life.
She could see how 
there were many stares, 
many suggestive smiles,
 even overt invitations from women . 

She enjoys seeing him admired, 
wanted,
lusted after.
Of course.
 He is charming,
 intelligent,
 handsome.
Has his way with women.

So what's about her 
that makes her special 
to his heart,
makes him want to stay?

“It’s your heart”, he told her once.
''You are open and honest, 
no pretences, nothing fake.  ''

She knew what he meant was,
 it’s more than that she loves him. 

She loves him sweetly.

With all her heart.
No reserves,
 just pure, unadultered trust.
Trusting his every motive,
thought, 
word,
action.

Being held captive
 of his mind and heart
as much as he is of hers.

She loves him sweetly.
And so does he...

Loving Deep

Once you fall asleep
-or pretend that you have,
to see what I'm up to-,
I cradle myself along your back
and take in the smell of your skin.
It never fails to give me a high.

Lying there,
 I swear to myself that I wont sleep, 
that I'll just smell your skin 
and absorb your aura for hours.
Because shared sleep is rare for us
and I dont wonna lose even a moment.

But my body fails me.
Still full with our connection,
my physical self blissfully relaxed
I fall asleep before you do. 

Then , in my slumber,
I feel your body coming closer,
you observing me,
cherishing me,
silently watching over me, 
over us,
but I'm already asleep 
and I cant snap out of it
and so the awareness of your tenderness
seeps deeply into my subconscious
or traces of it surface unto into my mind the next morning.

And I love you for it.
More.
For loving my soul deep.

Even deeper than our lovemaking

You know which ones I mean

You have found
all the spaces in my body and heart
that need to be touched and loved, 
you jave kissed those spaces
made love to those spaces
and left me breathless.

We remember our lovemaking sessions
like other people remember dates or places visited.
Certain breathtaking moments
that make our coming together
real love poems.


It's usually not the first round of sex
that does it,
after it's been some time 
that we haven't seen each other.
The first lovemaking 
is the quick gobbling down
 of everything on our plate
after we 've been fasting for days.
Satisfying and strong, yes.
But the real gourmet thing
comes afterwards.
Second, third day around.

All the finetuning of the senses
orchestrated into our personal bliss symphony.

Life is worth it
just for moments like these.
You know which ones I mean...