Dates

Watching the light outside 
getting dimmer and dimmer,
the car windows 
getting more and more fogged up, 
their breaths quickening,
bodies engaged
in the ancient tango 
of love and lust...

Prescious,
steamy moments,
all their own...

Οccupation

''Why?''

''Why do you keep playing 
such tricks on me???''

She isn't angry 
or indignant.
Not anymore.
She's outgrown that phace.
Just plain old curiosity now.

''Why?''

''Because you've occupied my mind.''
''You 've taken hold 
of my thoughts
and heart
and you're always on my mind.''
''That's why.''

How can one argue with that?

Plain Heaven

She is thinking about them 
and it brings a smile to her face 
and it makes her eyes twinkle..

It makes 'shame' 
a word that simply 
doesnt exist anymore for her.

All those beautiful,
amazing,
extraordinary,
wet,
strong
or light as a feather,
magical,
ecstatic,
rocking her world orgasms.

The ones he keeps giving her.

Not because of the amazing sensations
aroused in her body.

Not because of their sheer number.

Not because they are each
so unique and different
and inducing new insights 
about her body
and about their physical, body-to-body connection.

Not because of the overwhelming sense
of serenity
and calm
and well-being 
dawning upon her afterwards,
lasting for hours or days at a time.

Not even because every single one of them
brings their souls even closer together,
strengthening their bond,
making them one beautiful body of bliss.

It's because of what these orgasms make of her.
Making her feel 
perfection as a woman.
Making her feel
she is everything any man could ever want.

Transforming her 
into a warm, glittering, pulsating being of light.

And she whispers,
'' thank you...''

.

Get a Room

She can't swim,
so he won't swim either 
when he's  with her.

They 're one of those exasperating couples 
you see at the beach
doing nothing but making out
for the entire time they spent there, 
driving everyone else crazy.
having people muttering indignantly,
''Get a room already!''

All over each other
under the hot sun
or under the shade of a beach umbrella.

Kissing,
laughing,
holding hands,
feeding each other,
smelling each other,
being cozy and lazy
together.

Oblivious of the world around them.

Pink Dresses

''I had a strange dream yesterday'', 
she tells him,
early on in their relationship.

''Tell me''.

''I was about to get married to you,
but my wedding dress-pink!- was in bad shape,
shabby,
inappropriate,
cheap-looking,
and it bothered me to no end,
made me feel embarrassed,
uncomfortable,
unworthy of the whole ceremony....''

''You should have asked for my help!''
he says.
''I`d have taken you
to a wedding dress salon
right there and then
and in no time
you'd have the dress of your dreams..''

Her sweet, practical man.
Solution oriented,
even in her dreams....

Not a sociable person

''Really, I'm not a sociable person ,'' he says.

They are sitting at this little outdoor cafe,
secluded inner yard and all,
sipping their coffee
having the place to themselves.
Early afternoon it is,
early summer days.

He insists he isn't a social person at heart.
''I may enjoy myself ,
even have a good time,
or be the soul of the party,
but really, 
I'd rather be with just one good friend.
''Or here, with you.''

And her heart is grinning 
from ear to ear,
because she already knew that.
Because they're so much alike

In everything.
Even in their unsociable heart of hearts.

Body Heat

She's fussing over him, 
as they're getting ready to go out.

''Wear these gloves and scarf I brought you,
it's friggin' cold outside''.

''And don't forget that hat,
one loses most body heat from one's head''.

He flashes a smile at her.
''Α  man doesnt lose most body heat from his upper head,''
he teases.
''A man loses most of his body heat from his dick!''

She laughs at the joke,
but then she muses over it...
Come to think of it, 
how right he is!

Don't we all lose our warmth,
our playfulness,
our zest for life,
when our dicks and pussies
become frozen, 
dry, 
unused,
useless...

Yes, 
we lose most of our body heat and warmth
from our sex organs....

Opening up more....

He never judges.

No matter what she tells him, 
he just listens 
actively,
compassionately,
patiently.
No judgement,
no critique,
just active, compassionate listening.

She can feel his compassion
pouring out of him,
enveloping her,
warming her heart.

And she opens up more to him.
Mentally,emotionally, physically...

My Cartoon

''Yeah, you're my cartoon!'' he tells her.

Sitting at that busy outdoor cafe,
people coming and going,
he tells her she looks like a cartoon character.

'' In an ugly, horrible way?'', she asks, laughing.

''No, in a cute, sweet and adorable way!

Her charming man.

Who has a way with words
and with cute little endearments,
all their own, 
 just for them..

Make a wish

''Make a wish'', she says.
''A wish?''

Yes, a wish. She wants him to make a wish

They're about to make love
(again)
and she's lighting a candle.
A red -crimson
Christmas carol.
Their powerful, 
combined orgasmic energy
about to be released
is strong enough 
to make any wish come true.

So she's asking him
to make a a wish,
''but you mustn't tell me yours,
or I mustn't tell you mine,
just make a wish!'' she adds.

''I already have'', he reassures her.

That red -crimson candle
burning away,
 their beautiful passion
fueling their wishes
as they lock eyes,
lock hands,
lock bodies and hearts...

Full Moon

-''Three days?''
-''Yes, three days as of now''!
-''Yippee!''

Three days of bliss
of slow, wet kisses,
of back rubs,
of loving whispers
into one's ear,
of sweet penetration
and yummy body smells and juices,
of staring deeply 
into each other's eyes and soul,
of hand-holding while sharing secrets,
of entangled feet and entangled hearts,
of his teasing her playfully, adoringly,
of her using his chest as her constant pillow,
of new year plans and resolutions shared
and reassurances given amidst hugs and cuddling
alternating with yummy orgasms
and the shared afterglow of lust.

There is a big, cold full moon 
staring at her from the sky
when she finally gets home.
A beautiful moon,
which means that tomorrow morning 
it's gonna be freezing cold.

Who cares?
She's all aglow...

To see him again

Τhat warmth in his eyes.

When he first approached her
it was that warmth in his eyes 
that captivated her,
hypnotised her,
made her a bit unsteady on her feet
made her cry out mentally to him:
''Ask me out, you, ask me out! ''
''I'd say yes if you would!''

But he didn't.
Not right away,
not that time.
An expert at waiting it out,
bidding his time,
waiting for her to grow fonder of him.

And fonder of him she did grow,
that warmth in his eyes
haunting her waking hours.

Yes, she wanted more of him.

She wanted to see him again..

Already

He texted her:

''It is with you
 that I want to share the rest of my life with!''
 ''I will protect you 
and respect you 
and cuddle you 
and love you,
 I'll make you the happiest woman in the world, 
we will share a life 
full of happiness that we will create together!'

And she smiles,
because he doesn't know
that he has already have done so,
already given her all that he has promised......

Who needs perfection

She so wanted a great body.

A body to be proud of.
A body well worth showing off.
So she worked hard for it.
Her figure was at her very best 
when they met in the real world.
A hungry cat look on her face, though.

Then he started 
feeding her with his love,
nourishing her with his affection,
getting her drunk
on his own unique intoxicating energy,
establishing a wholesomediet 
of lust and passion with her.

Generous helpings
of yummy communication,
plenty of healthy appreciation 
of her charms,
and overdoses
of explosive orgasms.

She thrived on such a diet,
grew fleshier,
dewier,
fresher,
happier.

Screw you, perfection.
For now she has what she's always wanted:
Him!

Really, really

Him naked,
getting up
to tend the fire
and refill their glasses with wine.

She is watching him from their bed,
all huddled up as she is
under the warm bed covers,
as the light of the fire
is outlining the firm contours 
of his well-built body.

''I really, really like your butt, you know'', 
she tells him.

Such a cute ass.
All loveable.

Bite-worthy, too....

Yes

''Come, I'll escort you to the subway station'', he said
and she said yes.

''Be my online friend,
 even if you don't know me yet'', 
he said ,
and she said yes.

''Tust me completely'', he said
and she said yes.

''Let me love your body
in ways you've never ever tried before'',
he said
and she said yes.

'' Cry in my arms'',
he said
and she said yes.

''Tell me everything there is to know'', 
he said
and she said yes. 

''Dream with me'',
he said
and she said yes.

''Love Me, Please'',
her whole heart kept crying out to him
for months, 
for years
before he came along.

And he said,
 Yes..

Hours of Bliss

''I've got a surprise for you'', he says.

On a very cold and windy day.
Smells like snow, too.

''The cabin!'' she guesses.
''Yep, the cabin it is!'' he confirms.

 Back to their beautiful, wooden cabin 
perched up on that slope,
up in the mountains
for just a few hours this time.
Her sweet, 
thoughtful,
comrade in lust
has arranged everything.
As usual.

The wind is howling again up ,
it is getting darker
not a soul for miles around
and the obliging owner
has the fire going
and the radiators on.

And hours of bliss
awaiting them...

'Every Single Time

She's sitting on a chair across the room,
opposite him
watching a young and pretty professional woman
-let's call her miss M-
making a total fool of herself
because of him, her man.

She had met Miss M a few days before,
she seemed quite the professional
with everyone around her,
terse, a bit unsmiling, but efficient.

And yet now,
here she is,
that very same miss M,
making a perfect fool of herself,
talking non stop,
giggling like a little girl, 
revealing too much personal stuff about her
in a totally unprofessional manner...

The reason?
Him...
He isn't even trying.
he's just sitting there,
neither talking nor encouraging her
hardly looking at her,
but miss M insists on making a fool of herself before him, 
oblivious of the other woman watching her.

When they leave Miss M's office,
she teases him:
''Every single time, damn it.
''You have this effect on them all, 
every single time.
''What the hell are they seeing in you?
''Don't know what kind of magic you practice on them, 
but it seems to be working like a charm...''

He laughs,wholeheartedly.
''Must be that energy thing 
you're raving about all the time, right?'' he teases back.

Right...

A birth defect

''You're different to most women your age'', he tells her.

''In what way?'' she beams, 
smiling,
fishing for a compliment ,
guessing it's gonna be about about a character trait.

''In the way you love sex a lot!''
 he surprises her.

''Most women 
seem to lose interest almost completely
 in bed activity in middle age,'' 
he teases her, 
half mocking, half serious.

''It's genetic,'' she teases back.
''Highly sexed, 
orgasm-oriented me,
a birth defect, 
made obvious from very early on
despite my life circumstances...''

''And you, 
dear Sir, 
are making
my birth defect,
much, much 
more pronounced!''

Bliss...

Cuddling under layers and layers of warm blankets

Him fixing things around their nest,
her lighting scented candles,
him playing with her hair,
her massaging his back,
him caressing her shoulders,
her singing for joy,
him outlining
the contours of her face with a finger,
her pestering him 
with offers of food and juice,
him kissing her forehead,
her nestling her head on his shoulder,
them holding hands in bed,
them watching TV lying under the covers
him commenting on random stuff on the news
her asking random questions
him pretending to have fallen asleep
her snuggling up close to his body,
him asking her to always touch him with her feet
when cuddling,
her relishing smelling him again and again

Bliss... 

Getting High

She goes home and her hands smell like him..

She's sniffing her hands
her clothes
the pillows
the blankets
left behind clothes
to get a whiff of his beloved smell
a whiff of him

To get herself high
on him...

His Soothing Calmness

His soothing calmness

His whole body 
emitting waves of calmness.
His eyes, 
his smile, 
his hands, 
the way he moves his body.

Enveloping her
in a veil of serenity
and peace
soothing her anxieties
balancing her nervous energy.

Balancing her

The trick

''You were a bit gruff on the phone'', she says, 
her head resting on his chest

''Yeah, I was pissed off with stuff'', he admits.
''Nicotine deprived too''.

''I though you were sick and tired of me''.

He smiles back at her.
''I knew something like that crossed your mind,
I could tell by that tone in your voice'', he says

''Do you know what I'd do
if I sensed you'd be really about to quit on us?''
she asks him.

''What?''

''Nothing. I 'd do nothing. 
''I 'd pretend everything was ok,
until you forgot all about it
and things went back to normal.''

He is now laughing heartily.
''You sly little foxy! 
''You know what? You are probably right.
''It would work!Your little trick...''

Τhen he kisses her.
The french way...

Smiling

She's walking down the street smiling

A smile on her lips
a smile in her eyes
a smile in her heart
her entire brain a smile
every cell in her body smiling
her cells flooded with smile energy

She's walkind down the street smiling

and people notice,

their first reaction, a surprised look

taken by surprise they are

seeing someone smiling like this

first thing in the morning

on this cold, cold and bleak morning.

She enjoys the surprised looks

and sends them blessings

as she walks by 

smiling,

a smile on her lips
a smile in her eyes
a smile in her heart
her entire brain a smile
every cell in her body smiling

wearing the smile he put on her face...

Strazziatella

''Strazziatella''! he says, laughing.

He finds cute names
for the mundane,
the common,
the plain or the downright ugly,
the kind of everyday stuff
life is made up of...

What a man indeed..

To the point of distraction.

She's on top of him,
naked,
about to get dressed
and leave.

She is emotional
tears shining in her eyes 
telling him 
how much she loves it when they are together.

Christmas tree lights
the only light in the room,
little electric radiator
keeping their nest warm and cozy.

''Let me get a picture of you'', he asks.
''If you could only see that face of yours 
the way I see it,
in that light...''

''Flattering?'', she asks.
''Peach-cream perfect skin'', he answers back.

And once again
she reminds herself
why she loves that man,
madly,
to the point of distraction...
t

Dressing Up

She is smiling as she is picking up an outfit

Dressing up for him
such pleasure
each piece of clothing
carefully chosen
for their love dates
to reflect her mood 
or his appetite..

He always notices
half smiling
half checking her out
throwing in a comment
playfuly, teasingly
''my little foxy....''

she loves that endearment
and his smile that goes with it...

Cant stay away from each other

''We just can't stay away from each other,
not for too long at least'',
she thought to herself.

Needing each other
in a very intense and strange way.
Feeding off
each other's nourishing energy.
Looking for each other
when a few hours pass
when they don't communicate.


Even online,
even via the phone...

Κραταει χρονια, αυτη η κολωνια...

Love ang Gratitude is One and the Same Thing...

''Maybe love and gratitude is one and the same thing..''


Her Christmas present to him:
a small pocket notebook,
handwritten,
by her.

Each page, 
one of the things 
she loves about him
or she is grateful about

They are so many...
It would take 
many pocket notebooks
to enumerate them all.

For Love ang Gratitude
is but one and the same thing....

Big Words

She's eating chestnuts
her favorite winter treat.

They say, 
the first time in the season
you eat a fruit or nut, 
you should make a wish.

Her wish
 automatically comes to her mind,
before her brain has time
 to prossess or sensor it:
''Let our love last for ever!''

For ever...
Big words, 
frighteningly scary.


And ever so sweet...

Love grows everything

''Your dick grows bigger
each time I see you'', she observes.

''But of course'', he jokes back.
''The older a man gets,
the bigger his dick grows,
didn't you know that, foxy?''

Love makes everything grow...

Glorious Feeling

''This is all so good!''

He makes a sweeping motion 
with his hand":
the reastaurant they're eating at,
the meal he's just had,
being here with her,
everything
.
They're talking over their last glass of wine.
''It's like I got away from everything'', he continues.
''Nothing else mattered those past two days''.

She nodds in agreement.
''We still have today'', she says
Somehow,
each hour they spent together
seems like a gourmet dinner
enjoyed at one's leisure.

Magically recharging each other,
rejuvenating each other.
The feeling you get
after a strong cup of coffee
and a glass of your favorite wine, 
those two combined , two in one:
both invigorating and relaxing.

She stores this moment 
in her treasure chest of memories
to recall and relish for later.

''I'm his peace haven''.
He escapes from everything into my arms''.

What a glorious feeling...

Talking

He won't talk much about his affairs.

He lets her do most of the talking,
bubbling with news,
sharing her day with him,
her troubles and triumphs.

He won't talk much about his affairs.
But she can tell.
Each time he comes back to her,
she can tell.
Just by looking at his face.
She can tell 
whether he had a hard time or not
how stressed or relaxed was his week
or fortnight.

No need for words.
She won't ask either,
letting him do it his way.

She just studies his face
and knows all there is to know .

Revelations

She doesn't remember much 
of the best part of that day.

They took a day trip to that lake
she wanted them to visit.
Except it was raining hard all day,
boat trip was cancelled.
They ended up in a little taverna instead.
Crowded, it was a puplic holiday.

She was unaccustomed 
to that particular kind of strong liquor,
got drunk on it .
He had to practically carry her
back to his car.

As sick as a dog she was
and in her drunken stupor
she remembers asking him,
again and again:
''Who are you?''
Each time she asked,
he would give her a different name,
while driving along,
smiling, amused
humoring her, 
playing along.

''You have to stop , NOW!'' she said.
He pulled over,
came round to open her door,
held her hair
while she was being sick on the road side.

After that she can't remember much, 
except for that dog.
Big brute.
What the heck was a dog doing in the middle of nowhere?
He was friendly with him 
but not with her,
kept trying to snap at her hand, 
he had to hurry her into the car again.

She fell asleep on his car seat
and he kept driving along.
She woke up still there, 
tucked under his coat
him patiently waiting for her.

''I am ruining your life'', he said.
''I should have never come to you in the first place''

He never explained what he meant...

A few hundred days ago

''I like looking at old pictures of you,
but it also makes me kinda sad'', he says.

''Why?''

''Because I wish I had known you
back then too...'' 

And she melts like butter,
because she feels exactly the same....

Or maybe,
just maybe,
they have known each other
all their lives
and they just met in the physical
a few hundred days ago...

Real v Imaginary Sanctuaries

Once upon a time,
when she was a little girl.
she had created
an imaginary retreat of her own.

Her go-to sanctuary of comfort.

She could close her eyes
and there she was:
Small, secluded, cozy
and hidden from the world
huge bed, fluffy bedcovers
lots of pillows, lots of blankets,
she could be her amazing, relaxed self there
she could just indulge and let go....

once upon her real life,
he recreated it for her
an improved replica 
of her teenage fantasy retreat
their nest of love and lust
manifested in the real world.

Their private very real 
retreat of Love
their portal
to their combined universe
of sexual fun, affection, relaxation
and dreams...

Beautiful Things

Uphill, uphill he's driving,
uphill, uphill they go.

Into the mist,
towards a famous mountain tourist resort-village.
The winding mountain road
diasppearing into the clouds.
Breathtaking view on both sides.

''Last weekend I was here with friends,''
he explains,
''and it was a really cool place,
but somehow something was missing;
you!''

They stop at a picturesque little village,
traditional stone houses and all,
and a picturesque little cafe
overlooking the valley.
Christmas decorations still on
and heart-shaped cookies with their coffee.
They are looking at eight puppies
that look like like a wolf's pack
venturing into the little square outside.
They are holding hands 
and talking
and basking at each other's presence.

Because most beautiful things
are never meant to be enjoyed solo...

A cold, cold winter's night

''All 's clear'', she says. ''You may come now''.

She hangs up 
warms up
 some chicken for him,
turns up the heating, 
lights up some candles.

Mid-winter
and bitterly cold outside.
Foggy, too. 
Dreamlike-foggy,
the kind of foggy you see 
in old thriller movies.

He arrives ten minutes later, 
his teeth chattering,
shivering from cold,
from having been woken up in the middle of the night
and from walking out in the freezing cold.

She crawls up in bed beside him.
''I'll warm you up in no time, baby...'', 
she promises.

And she does...

That Old Churchyard

Countless times have they made love
in front of that old churchyard
in that secluded churchyard
overlooking the small town.

Their favorite spot,
watching the light dimming
all around the wooded hill,
town lights flickering
like enchanted little stars
at their feet in the distance.

And the old fortress church
dating back to the time of knights and heroes,
the old church 
with all its saints
silently watching over them,
keeping guard at their back

keeping guard of their dreams....