Talent for going deeper

Going deeper
into my secrets
into my everyday life
into my deepest thoughts.

You have a talent
for going deeper
for tearing down walls of shame
for bringing everything to light

except your self...

Make a goddess of me

You moan,
deep inside me
as you give youself to me
as you're giving me your true essence
and you are free
and you are your true self
and you are my god..

I love your moans..
they are making a goddess of me...

Οur Poems of Love

Warmth
creeping into my heart
discovering a long, golden hair of mine
tied around the gear lever of your car
like some sort of talisman,
on our second time together.

My heart melting
like hot chocolate fudge
discovering my purple lace g-string
of our first night together
tucked up 
next to the driver's seat of your car
1000 days after that night.

It is because our common story memories count 
for you as much as for me, 
it is because of this
that I keep writing those stories,
our Poems of Love...

Stay

To be raining or snowing outside
and the TV rambling on
To be eating pizza
with extra mashrooms
(for you)
and no peppers
(for me)
To be holding hands
under the warm covers.
To be silent
not for want of things to say
but because of this warmth 
creeping in our bodies
and too good to shatter
with words.

And to be there,
just there,
knowing
that
I needn't leave for the night....

How I came to worship him

You didnt even know me back then.

But you wanted to know me.

And you wanted to love me.

You were instantly attracted by heavens knows what.

You already knew on a deeper level.

You never faltered, even when I did.

You had faith in this.

You never swayed in your tenderness.

You accepted me.

Light, shadow and all.

The rest was easy.

My worshipping you was easy...

That feeling

That feeling,

that we are a team

And how I feel I've known you

all my life...

Believing is easy

You tell me how you love me

How this is what you want

how you left all those other women for my sake.

How you wonna be with me,

how I'm your woman.

And I believe you.

I believe every single thing you tell me.

I believe it all.

Because trusting you with my life

is easy

since I first trusted you with my heart...

Blessings

How quickly I turn you on.

And how quickly you pleasure me.

Two fine blessings

for both of us

from each other

to each other...

Voices

Τhat voice of yours

Not your 'professional' voice.

Not your 'charming' voice.

Not your bedroom voice

(though God knows how I love those too)

I love your everyday voice..

How deeply it resonates

with my heart,

in my heart..

Missing you

 I miss you.

I always miss you so.

The second you leave,

I miss you.

 And even before sometimes.

I swear I miss you

even before you leave,

knowing that parting time is getting closer.

I've learnt to love you

missing you all the time.

Sometimes the missing is 

bitter sweet,

bearable, hopeful.

Othertimes it's searing hot,

hard and unbearably sad.

Then I tell you about it.

And you somehow feel responsible

for my missing you

and you get angry for 'me not being reasonable',

because it's hard enough for you

trying to contain your own missing of me,

but mine,my sadness for missing you

that is too much for you.

And you get distant and angry

for my missing you like that

because your being distant somehow

makes parting sadness

more bearable...

Until next time....

Because

Because
when you touch me,
the whole world
stops existing...

how trite is that
and how true....

You found me

         

You found me. 

You actually did.

I still don’t know how exactly it happened 

 But, I will be grateful for it forever.