I am sad. Sad, sad, sad. I miss you in the physical. Now more than usually. Days to count down seem like months.. There is noone to share my sadness other than you. As I always do. ''Go over to your blog'', he says. ''Write a story for us. Cook us both a delicious soul-meal, to relish. And I 'll be bringing the wine''. I sit down to write: ''She is sad, sad , sad. She misses him the physical. Now more than usually. Days to count down feel like months.'' It is windy today. And it strikes me that thoughout all those years through thick and thin through good and bad stuff through death and sorrow and joy and successes and hopes and dreams through disappointment and trouble, through everything you've never ever ever ever left me alone. Not a single day went by without you being here for me. Wiping tears, listening, laughing teasing loving. How could you be always here? All I had to do, was ask ''. ''Please, I need you''. Sometimes not even ask. Just feel the need. And you provided. Which is more, much, much more than any couple that never miss each other in the physical can boast of. You always here. Thank you.'' She clicks 'publish' on her blog. There you go, babe. Dinner is served....
Yeah, I could live without you in my life, No big deal. You could too. But my life is so much better with you in it. I turn to you when I'm hurting. I turn to you when I'm rejoicing. I turn to you when I want to be taken care of or held. You turn to me when you sense I need you. Or when you need me but you disguise it as me needing you. Yeah, we could live without each other. We have done so before. And it was lonely. On all levels.. Our life is so much better with us both on it...
It's worth it. Al that we've been through. So worth it. Not just because of all this love. But because. Of the freedom. And the courage we both found by doing it. Here's to so much more laughter to come in our lives from now on...
How do I miss you? Let me count the ways: your divine smell, your lips, the taste of you, you inside me, your hair down, your hands on my body, your eyes, that first glance after it's been some time, the line of your jaw, the curve of your back, the muscles of your shoulders, how you feel inside my mouth, my falling asleep next to you, your arm around me in bed, my legs interwined with yours, your voice when I cum that sense of peace and contentment washing all over me when I'm with you. Our talks. Your jokes. Your hand in mine You taking care of all details. Our lovemaking. Our love. You waiting for me....
Have I told you how much I love your smile? I bet I have. Still, I bet you dont know how I'm craving your lips at the moment and all I can obsessively think about is not those velvety kisses of yours or me sucking on your tongue like a tongue-thirsty maniac, but craving to bite those lips. Bite those lips. Hard. When you least expect it. Then kissing them, even harder. Soon, I promise...
You taking care of me in a myriad number of small or big ways feels like heaven.... This strong, gutsy, courageous, self-relying woman needs it like the air she breathes...
And suddenly, after this yummy, wholesome, heart-warming, nourishing, delicious absolutely steamy , absolutely unforgettable, absolutely body flipping (how rare is chemistry like this that goes on for years and years???) absolutely satisfying fucking/lovemaking/soulpenetrating session, she leans on on elbow, and it dawns on her: ''This is really happening..all my dreams are coming true.. HE is making my dreams come true... one by one....''
