Beyond words

Feeling blessed
beyond words
to be yours....

You Are God

''Now close the window and come back here''
he says.

She closes the window.
Does as she is told.
His eyes intensely fixed on hers.
Guiding her into this.
Steadying her.
Urging her on.
Daring her.
Adoring her.
Consuming her.

He whispers his sweet commands,
still staring deeply into her eyes
and she is holding onto his body,
transfixed,
sensations in her body
flooding her brain,
driving away any and all thoughts.

Pleasure takes over
and as he intensifies it
still staring deeply into her soul
still loving her with his whispers,
she is aware of a strange thing...
bodily sensations start ceasing
and she is no longer there
shrouded in a thick liquid cloud of sweet bliss
transported somewhere..where?

As she is swaying in ecstasy
for what seems like forever
somewhere in another dimension,
he grabs her, steadies her,
brings her back.
She opens her eyes,
his beloved eyes searching her face
''For a moment you were lost to this world...''
he confirms.
''Yes'', she agrees, words coming out with difficulty.

He tenderly helps her lie into his arms
basking in her bliss,
content in realising what he just did for her.
''You are a God'',
she whispers,
eyes misty with tears of leftover ecstasy.

And she is acutely aware
of her only regret being
not being able to take him with her in that journey of bliss.
Because ecstasy is always a miracle for one
uniting one soul at a time
with the Great Divine...

''I love you '' she whispers to him in the corridor
before he noiselessly closes the door after her.

And off she goes into the night
leaving visible trails of bliss in her path...

I love how you love me

I love how you love me.



Like you knew this was meant to happen all along.



Like you took your time

because you had this faith

in the whole thing unfolding at its right time.


I love how
 your love 
made me love you....

So Laugh!

I love listening to that laugh of yours.

Hearty.
Reserved for me.

It reminds me 
of how much fun you have with me.
Of the Joy
I can bring into your life.

As much as you can bring
to mine....

More.

Love is,
to enjoy his company
more than anybody else's in the world.

To be enjoying other people's company too
but his more
 than the entire world's company combined....

And all that , mine!

She's loving 
that practical, handyman-savy side of him.

Like that day
when he found that old, rusty TV antenna
dumped away in a terrace corner
and made their portable TV set come alive
or when she was like 
''damn, zipper is broken, 
how am I supposed to get outta this skin-tight boots now?''
and he fixed it in no time
by replacing the zipper with her key ring...

that inventive, down-to-earth hunk of a man
with his romantic streak hidden away in him
and coming out just for her....

I do

'I love you', he tells her on the phone.

She's on that emergency hospital bed
intravenous drip in her arm
listening to him
telling her
'I love you'.

All the problems,
all the unsourmountable difficulties
all the hardships
even the cold, hard realisation of the dire situation they are in
melting away
losing their grip on her heart
because of that 'I love you'.

Life is too short
to be missing on those moments.

Fuck logic.
I love you too.
More than even you, yes, even you, will ever know..

A rare quality

I just don't know
how you can listen to me
so patiently
even when I'm complaining so much
about everything in my life...

Men can rarely stand that.
It pisses them off
not being able to fix things immediately.

My rare diamond of a man ...

Faith

His belief in God.

Just like hers.

Not demonstrated 
in any kind of freakish devotion. 
Just there.
Soothing.
Source of comfort.
And strength.
For both of them..

Drunk

If I just
bury my nose
in the nook of your neck
and keep inhaling you,
inhaling your essence,
your sweet, really sweet smell
drinking you in
as if you were 
some kind or rare, liquid aroma,
I might get drunk on you
and stay there for ever
and ever,
I swear, I could do that.
Just stay there,
inhaling you,
feeling content
and blissful..

I have already done it countless times
but I had to cut it short,
always cut it short
for some reason or other, 
never having enough of it.

But one day I'll get drunk on your smell
to my heart's content
and then I'll fall asleep right there
content...
happy....

The big O

''Let's do something big together'', she tells him.

''Like what?''

''I don't know, just..something big!''

''We ARE making something big baby....

We are creating 
the biggest and greatest O' s ever!''

Maybe he has a point, after all...

Our World

Our world
Your oasis
My paradise
Just for us.
Your tenderness enveloping me.
My adoration caressing you.
Our love weaving a protective cocoon around us
feeding us
nourishing us
sustaining us
keeping the cruelty of this insane world at bay

Our beautiful world
just for the two of us....

Here's to true love

Ηere's to saying 'I love you' and meaning it,
here's to tenderness, and tears and laughter 
and saving and un-saving and secrets and adventures 
and communion of soul and overcoming troubles
and sacrificing and forgiving and understanding 
and giving and taking and creating together
and kissing and caressing bodies and souls
and healing and whispering vows of affection and trust.

Here's to love....
To life and death and the moments in between that makes it all worthwhile...

Enjoy...

I am giving you every part of me....
The good,
the bad,
and the flawed,
the awesome and the not-so-awesome
all yours...

F or as long as you want it

I'll wear a mask for you...

If you want a lover
I'll do anything you ask me to
If you want a partner
Take my hand
Here I stand
I'm your man
If you want a boxer
I will step into the ring for you
And if you want a doctor
I'll examine every inch of you
If you want a driver
Climb inside
Or if you want to take me for a ride
You know you can
I'm your man
And if you've got to sleep
A moment on the road
I will steer for you
And if you want to work the street alone
I'll disappear for you
If you want a father for your child
Or only want to walk with me a while
Across the sand
I'm your man

And if you want another kind of love
I'll wear a mask for you...

Βack muscles

Τhose back muscles of his...

First time she saw them,
she stared and stared
''You a swimmer?'', she asked.
''Cause you sure look the part...''

No questions asked

All right, my love...

No questions asked....

For being you

Βecause you honor your role as a man
with your loving,
your tenderness
your trustworthiness,
your pride
your strength of character
your everything.

Thank you for being 
the man you were supposed to be

In bed

Lying in bed,
talking about nothing,
talking about everything.

The sound of his voice
lulling her into sleep
putting things into perspective
caressing her soul.

Or him listening to her
in that calm, relaxed manner of his,
one of his his hand 
resting on her shoulder or her belly.

Lying in bed,
charging each other's batteries.

The good stuff...

For cheering me on

Thank you for cheering me on
for listening to my troubles 
and my triumphs
for celebrating my successes,
for lifting my spirits when I' m down,
for always being there for me,

for being the only one I can talk about everything...
                                                         

Hers

 Trying to guess what he must be doing
at any particular moment.

Then giving up and calling him.
Not to find out what he's doing 
at that particular moment.

Just to make sure he still exists..
That he's not a dream, 
that he is real. 
And still hers...

Love you right back

He's just left.

She can't bear it to stay much longer
when he is no longer around.
She makes the bed,
empties the ashtrays
tidies up the place,
takes out the trash
at the same time praying for a safe journey back home for him.

She goes out,
leans on the railings.
The first drops of rain
on her face.

''I love you'', she whispers.
''Love you right back'', answers the wind...

Pin me down

His face inches above hers...
Making love to her
and locking eyes with her,
holding her in his intense gaze,
her eyes transfixed on his strong, handsome face
that she so loves to look at..

She swears he looks like a greek statue 
and she's doubly turned on
both because he is deep inside her
and because of his eyes being fixed on hers
in an undescribable moment of bliss...

Even reliving the moment in her mind
runs a shuddering tremor down her spine...

Oh ,sweet man of mine
mine
mine
mine....

The comfort of your physical presence

The magic of physically being with you,
smelling you,
touching you
cherishing you.

The comfort of your actual
physical presence.
It works like a charm
to my soul.

Nothing, nothing compares to it....

Lookalikes

Finding your spiritual lookalike,
seeing yourself in another human being,
can be both magnificent
and disconcerting.

Observing similar patterns of thoughts
emotions,
beliefs,
attitude.
Going like, 
''Am I like this too?''
Seeing yourself from above, in a way.

Except , when you find your lookalike
in a member of the opposite sex
rough edges are softened,
and it gets as comfortable and sweet 
as it can be.

You are finally home...