Pheromones

He's smelling her hair:

''Mmmmm, nice!''

Pheromones, baby.
Pheromones going wild
because you' re in proximity....

Just because

All she's have to do is
think about him 
and immediately 
she gets into that happy place.

Because his mere existence
is a source 
of constant joy to her.

Because she'll get to see him again.
Because he loves her.
Because she loves him.

Because it's him...

Commitment

Commitment?

Yes, commitment
of 
hearts
and minds
and bodies
and souls.

Committed 
to increase each other's happiness, 
committed
to grow in love.

The only true committment there is....

Every prescious minute

''No need for you to be with me all the time
whenever I'm here '', he tells her.

Meaning, he's here for her
and she may organise her daily schedule
as best as she sees fit.
No need to change her routine for him.
He 'll accomodate her needs anyway.


''There is every need in the world
to be with you all the time
when you're here'', she tells him.

Because every minute they spent apart 
when she knows he's right there,
waiting for her,
is torture.

Coping without him,
not seeing or touching or smelling him
when he's miles and miles away
is one thing.
Doing without him
when he's within walking distance
is totally another.

Every prescious minute counts.

No, it's not to be wasted
when it is obviously meant to be relished and enjoyed..

Hello rabbit!

''Well, hello rabbit!''

Each time he sees her wearing her house booties,
those big, fluffy and very pink ones
with a bow on each side ,
he goes:
''Hello, rabbit!''

And she loves it..

You are

Cuddling in bed
all snuggled up 
under warm bed covers.

His arms around her,
warm hands on her skin
soft kisses on her brow,
caressing her hair
caressing her heart,
nourishing her, sustaining her.

''We 're together now, that's all that matters'',
she tells him.
''You're my sactuary
where I'm entitled to forget about everything '',
 he answers back.

Thank you...

Thank you...
for everything...
the kisses
the holding
the compassion
the understanding
the phonecalls
the advice
the sharing
the excursions
the countrydrives
the passionate lovemaking
the sweet lovemaking
the soul sharing
the hand holding
the laughter
the joy

the love....

Τhank you...

For being you,
that wonderful, awesome you
that fits me and my heart
like a glove.....

He's coming to me...

Every single time
 this blissful thought,
this catch in her throat, 
this catch in her heart:

''He's coming tomorrow!''

He's coming to her,
is all that matters
Always the same blissful expectancy
making her heart leap with joy:

''He's coming to me tomorrow...''

You Blew My Mind. Again.

Once again he blew her mind .

Νot in his usual,
'blow-your-mind-with-awesome-spiritual-sex' way.

It was his depth of understanding
and his clear, intuitive and yet to the point take
on a thing that mattered to her the most.

She asked for his honest opinion
and he did, in his own unique way,
nourishing her mind and soul
with his strong arguments
that helped her see clearly,
untangle the knot of her thoughts
in the most satisfying way possible.

She says to herself:
''I just love this man,
from head to toe,
from the inside out''

The View

He's talking to the landowner.
Negotiating details.

She's leaning on the railings. 
Looking at the view.
The hilltop to the left.

''I 'm gonna like it here'', she thinks to herself.

Off to better places

-''Keep those pictures'', 
she texts him.

Their nest,
photographed from every possible angle.

-''Fuck, I'm in tears''
he texts back.

-''You too?''
''Yeah, it was our happy place''

''But baby, we're off to better things'',
she reminds him.
''We keep going to better places , remember?''
''Plus, wherever we go,
we create new memories
filling each space we occupy
 with our beautiful love
and our awesome fucking''.

He agrees, yeah, 
they're off to create better stuff.
And their love is still going strong...

But for all her pep talk
when she has another look at the pics
she weeps a few sentimental tears herself...

Different

How is it,
how is it that each time they make love
is different?

Most men, or women for that matter,
fall into a certain, predictable routine
after the initial excitement has worn off.
Sweet, companionable, predictable routine.

Not so with him.
Each time, she gets a different sensation
like the different sensation you'd get
from a different lovemaking with a different lover.

It's not what he does to her.
The sensation is totally different.
Like, he's not the same man that's making love to her.
Different,
unpredictable sensation,
constantly evolving.
Different sensations and feelings around it each time.

And it keeps getting more and more blissful,
as time goes by,
instead of falling into a sweet, predictable routine....

She emerges out of it
breathless,
ecstatic,
content
and wondering:
''how come it's so different every time?''

Probably both of them keep changing,
keep evolving into something new and awesome
and their combined energy keeps reflecting that....

What kind of change

''I have noticed a change in you'', 
a foreign facebook friend texts her.

''Even my wife, 
who occasionally sees your posts
 through my page,
has noticed the change too.''

''What kind of change?''

''A kinder, softer, sweeter you'', he answers.

Must be a combination of his love and orgasms.

Definitely the orgasms...

On Gods and mortals

''What the fuck do you want from me?''
she shouted at him.

Infuriated.
They weren't even dating back then.
It was both a genuine question
(wtf??...)
and a means to vent her frustration.

''What DO you want from me?''
she asks, 
confused,
angry,
infuriated
at his ability to push her buttons
to drive her nuts
and still keep her madly interested,
to push her limits even further.

''I want to be your God'',
he says.

 

Stability

She loves that thing about him.
His stability.

Stability.
Too boring 
or too predictable 
for other women
but for her,
heaven on earth.

His always being true to his word
his taking her storms peacefully and calmly
being there,
calm,
unmovable by mood swings
or circumstances.

God how she loves this.
Something to lean on,
no empty promises,
when he says he'll do something,`
he always does.

This  stability of his
has such a calming, soothing effect
on her battered soul.
She needs this so badly
and he gives it to her in abundance.

Taken for granted for other women
`it might be, 
but never for her.

God bless his stability

Premonition

A twinge of premonition:

''I've got to finish writing those stories
soon,
those 365 Days Of Love,
before we fall out of love ...''

Which one shall I choose?

Which one of you do I prefer?

Your intellectual you?
Your caring, loving you?
Your weird you?
Your sweet, romantic you?
Your physical, sexual you?
Your puplic persona, popular you?

Which one of you's do I like best?

Don't make me choose.
I love all of you.
All of them. 
Dearly.

All of your personas
have given me signs of how much
you care about me.
I won't cut you up in pieces
choosing the part I prefer best.

I like you in your wholeness,
in your completeness.

Please don't make me choose.
Each time you ask me to choose one, 
I dreadfully miss all others.

Please give yourself to me
in your complete, glorious unity.

I need all of you....

It's enough

Their snuggling and cuddling in bed...

His arms around her.
Warm hands on her skin.
Soft kisses on her forehead, on her hair.

''He's here'', she says to herself.

And that's enough bliss to sustain her...

She closes her eyes,
letting the moment sink in...

Drinking in the moment

''Come on in'', he invites her.

''How hot is it?'' she asks.

''Bearably hot. 
Relaxing, once you get used to it''.

In the hot spring she goes.
In that private chamber he rented
for just the two of them.

Ηer body still a bit sore
from their first night together.
Into his arms she goes
as they relax and relax
in the warm water.
He's right.
once you get used to it,
so calming...

 She closes her eyes
drinking in the moment...

Before and After

''Have you noticed?'' he asks her.

''What?''

''Before we make love,
you predict doom for our relationship.
After we make love,
you're sure we're meant to be together
 for all eternity!''

Brow Kisses

Kissing her brow,
tenderly,
lovingly,
adoringly
conveying tenderness,
strength
love.

Doing it when she is least expecting it,
when they're relaxing in front of the TV,
him propped up on pillows 
she lovingly arranged for him,
him holding her tenderly
in his arms.

Planting light, tender kisses
on her forehead
when she's least expecting them...

Making her feel 
deeply loved
and cherished....

The Afterglow Effect

''I'm happy, happy ,happy!''
she texts him 
a few hours after ahe left.

''Boy, the afterglow effect keeps lasting longer and longer...''
he texts back.

''I should really try to tone that down,
it's getting out of hand..''

Thanks

You're the only person in the world
that can put me in a good mood
by just listening and talking to me.

I 'm talking to you,
then boom!
shitty mood is gone.

Thanks to you.
Thanks for that.....

His Secret

'''How come you keep making it better and better?''

''How come
it's always different
and original 
and fresh 
and new
and as exciting as day one''?

She asks him

Maybe he has a secret.
Or just maybe
she is his secret...

Who with

Future plans?

Yes, she has.
But not your usual , 
get-married-or-buy-a-house-together ones.

When people make plans,
God lols (=laughs out loud).

Her plans are of a different kind:
heir love to go on ... 
to continue to grow 
and support them
as they keep  growing as individuals ...

That is her highest aspiration,
her biggest dream.
If this is so,
all else will fall into place.

Because in life
it is never about 
'what' , 'where' or 'when'
it is always about
'who with'.....

Drive It Away

''Cum, my foxy'', he says.

''Because horniness
is the most effective way
to drive away grief''.

That's what he said
and that's what he did
to drive away grief
for her....

In Sickness and In Death

In Sickness and In Death...

You
Make 
It 
All
More 
Bearable

Simply because you exist...