The hunter in you

You found me first.

God knows how,
And I love it this way.
Hunting me down.
If it wasn't for your hunting instincts, 
we wouldn't be to gether.

I honor the hunter in you...

Dreaming

One of the greatest gifts
 he ever gave her
was the gift of helping her dream again:

fantasizing....
''I wonder what his smile looks like....''

daydreaming...
''I'll be wearing this skirt and those peeptoes for our first date...''
(before they met)

wishing...
''I wish he'd come on this full moon...''
(before they met, continued)

wishing upon a star...
''may we always stay in love....''

The Purple Phone

''What is it?'', she asked, unwrapping his gift.

It's a purple cell phone.
Cute, handy.

''Purple, your favorite color'', he says.

During her dark night of the soul
she had switched off both her mobile phones
then lost them
or got them broken
accepting no phonecalls from anyone
wanting to be left alone.

But he somehow managed to get through to her,
got through to her heart and mind,
got through to her soul.

Now he's standing before her,
gift phone in his hands.
''It's a new beginning'', he says.
''So that you don't miss a call,
in business and in life...''

My love,
your purple phone was stolen,
but your strong, loving energy 
was transferred to me
and now my phones can't stop ringing
with people asking for business..

You. ARE. the. Love. of . my. Life...

I think I might have Aspergers

''I think I might have Aspergers'', she tells him,
out of the blue.

''No, you dont'', he says.

''But I do''.

''Are you aware that Aspergers is a form of autism?''

''Yes, and I think I have it. 
I sure have the symptoms''.

''Alright, name a few''.

''Well, for one thing, I'm very clumsy.
 And highly intelligent. #lol#
 And I cant fit in with most people''.

''Ah, poor baby'', he mocks sympathy.
''We should arrange for special classes for you''.
''But listen'', he goes on, 
''there is something wrong with me too''.

'What?''

''I always have a hard on 
and it lasts for hours on end..
''Do you think I might be suffering from priapiasm?''

She burst into laugher.
''Of course not!''

''Well, then, you stop ascribing random symptoms
of imaginary disabilities to you , ok?''

Turns out, no Aspergers excuse for her...

Voice

like your deep voice....

That's Why

Because of how I feel when you are making love to me.

Completely vulnerable
and open .

Because your words,
your thoughts,
your breath,
always bring me
on the verge
of a strong orgasm.

Because you take me 
to that timeless place
where hours feel like minutes...


Because of how your awesome energy
mingles with mine
and they both take over
during our lovemaking
turning it into poetry...

Because of how you always make me 
release control and like it too..

Because of how perfectly
 our bodes synchronise
to produce magic...

Because of how you see
 my youthful perfection in me
and make me remember it myself...

Because our love making
is a song of bliss
offered to our ailing world...

Things I Love About You...

How you can always calm
my restless heart.

Or achieve balance
and bring me back to focus.

Or navigate my storms
and bring us both back to our loving place.

Things I Love About You...

Love you

Don't.
Misinterpret.
My.
Tolerance.
For .
Consent.
Or Worse.
For.
Encouragement.


Love you 

Don't forget

''I called to tell you
that you are handsome
and you've got an awesome dick''
she tells him on the phone.

''All right'', he chuckles.
''Anything else?''

She goes on to tell him about stuff
and he listens actively
in his usual manner.

''That's about it'', she concludes.

''Oh, and don't forget, ''she adds
''that you are handsome
and you've got an awesome dick!''

You made it

Teasing her,
lovingly,
playfully,
relentlessly.

Him pretending to be serious,
her pretending to take offence.

She knows he's trying his best
to challenge her,
to help her move on.

You made it, my love
It worked.
You turned my life around...

I can't get over your existence

 ''I don't know who you are though''

I can't get over the fact that you exist, 

the fact that someone like you

exists in my world, 

after I've survived everything I did.

Getting to know you

was a scary and revealing thing

revealing more of me than of you,

of what I wished and longed for,

of how I yearned for you to give me your true self

and being utterly mesmerised by the entire process .

Yes.

 I can't get over your existence,

the fact that someone like you

really exists for me.

But this I know for sure:

I love everything that is you...

Madly

Why I can never be jealous. Ever

It's no secret.  

That thing between us?

So good 
that it sometimes transcends physical experience. 

So good it becomes spiritual,
magical, 
poetry in action.

A safe space to explore deepest desires.
Desires we've only lusted after before
but haven't quite tasted ever.

Lovemaking that is
loving,
tasty,
hot,
soft,
sensual
generous, accepting,
soul-baring
a magical place
where giving each other pleasure is paramount,
where you can be accepted at your best and worst
where you can grow in love
where you can be open to tenderness 
you've never even imagined before.

I've always known in the deepest parts of my heart
that this kind of sweetness 
would one day be a reality for me.

Αnd now I refuse anything less than that.

Jealousy?
Of other people?

If he can have that or something better
with any other human being in the world
other than me,
I' d be a mean fool 
to resent or begrudge them the same kind of bliss.
Feel free to try, my love.

But if this kind of poetry is only possible
for both of us
when we are just us, you and me, together,
if this mental-emotional-spiritual-physical miracle
only happens 
as a result of our combined energy,
then..

Then we will always return back to each other
for more of the same.
And then some more.

Coming back home for more.
Coming back to ourselves...

And God said : ''Let There Be Light!''

Because the entire universe
came into existence
by the Word that was spoken.

Because words have power.

Because your words
opened up my mind
and my heart
and my body
and a whole new world
for us both.

Because your words
expanded my vision
to what could be
to where I could be
to the magnificence of life,
to the glory of a good fuck,
to desires untamed,
to exploring darker sides,
to tenderness and pride,
to submission and command,
to freedom and passion
and to the beauty of the words themselves.

For you yourself
have become master of words, 
you can create
beautiful worlds with them,
teaching me how to do the same.

And now I'm following suit,
creating a world with words,
a passion filled world
for you and me...

One for the road...

''Come here.
 One last time. Before I go'', 
he tells her.

Their parting lovemaking dance.

One last one.
 Before he goes away.
One  for the road.....

Honorable

Off the car goes.
Gliding so smoothly on the road,
as if he's steering a skating vehicle.
She's waving goodbye,
until he's disappeared from her sight
and she's reflecting on how much she likes this.

His smooth, calm movements.
The way he moves in space.
Or drives a car.
Or makes love to her.
Or talks to her, 
calmly imparting a sense of stability .

His being true to his word,
honorable, trustworthy.

Rare, rare quality in a man.
Also, incredibly sexy...

All mine

My Love,
my precious Love,
everything I've ever wished for,
dreamt of,
phantasized about, 
craved for,
longed for,
prayed for...

Everything I hoped you'd be
when I could only sense your energy,
everything turned out true
and then some.

All you.
All of you.
All mine.

All so worth it...

Instantly

Instant ones.

As if her body can't take it for too long,
his strength, 
his intensity,
his love,
his entire being,
her whole system is overwhelmed
by his 'too much-ness',
her cup overflows with joy
and the relief comes.

Almost instantly.


This is his- and hers- superpower...

It worked

''I 'm feeling like crap today'', she texted him a while ago.

''Why, foxy?''

She goes on to recount her terrible day
and how shitty she feels
and he listens,
partiently,
as it is his trademark, 
then, out of the blue
he starts telling her about this blogger
he read about
that made it online
and how his mind was opened 
once he really mastered marketing
and then she 's into the discussion too much
to remember she feels crappy.

Then it dawns on her:
''You sly creature!
 You did this on purpose!
You chose this subject to get me hooked
and lift me out of my bad mood!''

She's got to admit it, 
it worked....

Love Bliss

Just holding hands
 under the warm bed covers
and watching TV

That has to be the definition of 
domestic love bliss
for both...

That's all that mattered.

We were together.

 That's all that mattered...

Yes, it's a privilege

''Your voice was like a lullaby'', he says.

''I was half asleep 
when you were talking to me
and rubbing my back a few minutes ago''.

''If only I could put you to sleep
every single night of my life...''
she says.

The prescious privilege
of being someone's safe haven of rest....

Shhhhhh, baby

''Shhhhhh, ...''

He whispers in her ear
his sexy voice
and his soothing tone
enhancing her pleasure
as her deep moans of love 
pierce the evening silence .

(Hush, my baby,
because I'm always thinking twice,
one for me and one for you,
protecting you, shielding you,
standing guard for you,
even when I'm loving you...) 

Why?

Why? 
Why does he keep doing that?

She kept asking herself that question.
Couldn't think of an explanation
 that would make any sense.

He did give one though, 
in that restaurant they were sitting
after their day trip to the mountain resort.
It was raining hard outside.

''It's the seasoning'',
he told her.

''The seasoning 
that makes our story even tastier...''

For as long as he needs it,
she'll follow suit

May I be

May I be your freedom.


May you own your free spirit 
the way you own my love.
May the way you claim me
be the same fearless way you claim freedom.

May I protect your freedom
the way you protect my peace of mind.
May the freedom of your soul grow
in proportion to the freedom you gave me to be myself.

May I be your freedom.

Because, 
your freedom and mine cannot be separated.

May our love go on
setting us both free....

Mind reading

 Noone in the world
 understands me like you do.

Reading my thoughts.
And feelings.
And wishes.

Not just reading, 
delivering too.

Sometimes you say something
and I'm like
''How could he possibly know that?''


Never holding back while talking to you,
no need to.

This is holy communion of the soul...

You are Strong and Brave

He is a manly man,
of course.

But he discourages co-dependency,
of course.

He gently encourages her 
to be independent,
to stand on her own two feet, 
-as is her own wish too-
''so that you eventually don't need any crutches 
in your life, not even by me''.

''You are strong and brave,
more than you could possibly imagine''
he told her once
and she repeats that to herself
whenever she stumbles on a problem 
and deals with it
with as much dignity and courage
as she can master.

She loves earning his respect....

Being strong and happy
the way he first saw her...