Moments

Moments...

Him, ordering a second cup of hot chocolate
with extra whipped cream on top for her
on their first official date....
her, hungrily diving for his dick
as soon as she first set eyes on it
in all its erect glory....

Him, standing up in front of the fireplace
feeding the log fire on that cabin
flames dancing happily....
her, kicking off her high heel shoes
and posing with him for the camera
barefoot and all airs and graces...

Both of them naked and languid 
and exhausted from too much lovemaking
in that private hot spring bath chamber.....

Him, telling her on the beach ' I've got a present for you'
then uncurling his fingers 
and showing her a little shell...
Her, telling him, half indignantly
''my energy is as strong as yours, 
even more so if I choose to!'
and both of them bursting into hysterical laughter....

Him, giving her an intense orgasm
by just caressing her hair....
Her, asking him silly questions
expecting a serious answer
as he was lying there snoring
pretending to be half asleep....

Her, making him pose naked for her camera
'but not your head, just your hot body , please'...
Him, stuffing her lace knickers in his jacket pocket
like some kind of purple trophy
after their first weekend together...

Both of their faces lighting up
like a firework-lit sky
on a national holiday night
as soon as they see each other after a few days of being apart...

His sexy smile, 
warming up every nook and corner of her heart
her eyes
welling up with tears
and him going 'I love them like this, they look star-ladden'....

Momments, 
yummy
deliscious moments
adding up
filling up their cup of joy
reminding them
what life is all about......

It Began All Wrong

''But It began all wrong, '' he thinks to himself.
''The wrong way.
''Wrong is wrong.
It started out shallow, 
almost a prank,
for fun, you know??''

Another conquest
to prove a point
as many other countles, countless times.
He felt powerful, all-omnipotent
and clever.
And invincible
By all.
By love and other nonsense.

So he realises along the way 
it's now gotten to something serious. 
Palpable. 
Cherished by both.

Who did it?
Her yearning?
Or his secret longing?
Who cares?
All it matters is, it's here now.

He realises and tells her so,
tells her, 
so that he soothes his heart
for starting it out the wrong way.
He tells her, ''we need to talk, this is getting serious''

She looks on, wide eyed.
She knows, how could she not?
She is part of his heart now,
so of course she knows.
No need for words to come tumbling out,
she just knows what's in his heart.

He has started craving a simple and true thing
in a world full of fake,
overly complicated
overly irrelevant nonsense.
He wants s o m e t h i n g that fits.
Nicely.
Doesn't wonna hurt her.
This beautiful thing they have,
he wants it all purified.
All perfected, sparkingly clean.
Sanctified.
Dignified.


And the fact it started out all wrong
pains him.
Like a thorn in a rosy, young flesh.
It just doesn't belong there.

He wants to either put it to rights
or release the pain.
Or make everything about it perfect,
to make up for its fake beginning.

''Baby, the word doesn't work this way.
''All dolled up.
''This world we live in?
''Full of mistakes.
''Full of regrets.
''Imperfect.
''Fragile.
''Nothing fits like a glove.
''Nothing is hustle-free, 
pain-free,
wrong-free.''

''You are here
and all I need.''
''Perfection reigns only in fairy tales.''
''Gimme the raw you.
''All of it.
''Real and Raw.
''And Hurting as Hell sometimes.
''Because it's real, in the flesh.
''Imperfectly beautiful 
and so divinely perfect''

I'm done wirth fairy tales'', she says.
''Give me the real, raw thing''.

Then waits, until her message could sink in.

And keeps waiting
for imperfection to surface
and to be lovingly shared.

Loving him

Loving him

Always

Since day one

Trusting

Waiting

Dreaming

Adoring

Loving him

She is loved back

and adored

she knows it

what else is there after all?

nothing

and everything

life is vast

and beautiful

and a great big adventure

so she enjoys the ride

in his arms

Eye Poetry

''What's the first thing you noticed about me?''
''Your eyes. You?''
''Your eyes...''

Lost in his eyes, she is.
Unspeakably attractive.
Radiating warmth, interest, amusement.
Kind eyes.
Extremely intelligent eyes.
Loving eyes.
Lying eyes (sometimes)
Calm eyes
Penetrating eyes, reading souls
Sexy and serious eyes
Reliable, trustworthy eyes
Wide-eyes
Eyes that know how to hide or take on roles
Naughty, playful eyes
Adoring eyes
Compassionaste, so compassionate eyes
Smiling eyes
Flirty eyes

His eyes.

'Your eyes are strange', she tells him.
Not because they keep changing.
But because they are so intense,
no matter what expression they are wearing.'

First time one sees those eyes, 
one feels like stepping back.
Like,wow, this is too much.
Too much of himself 
piercing into your soul.
And it catches you unawares
and you feel a bit like gasping.
Too intense. Way too intense.

Then, you exhale and begin to enjoy it

Σκυψε Ευλογημενη

''Quick, duck down!'' 
He pushed her head down at the right fraction of the second before they were spotted.

''Come up now,'' he said, ''it's over.''
And they start laughing hysterically 
at the absurdness of it.
''What says you?'' he asks.
''One. Your reflexes are veeery good'', she smiles.
''Two. You kept reassuring me, 'dont worry, dont worry
we weren't spotted' the whole time. That's very sweet.
And you operate well under stress.
I love you''

He kisses her goodbye. 
So much for ducking down in the first place!
And as he revs up, windows rolled down, 
he makes the ducking movement with his hand
and the hysteric laughters go on.
Filling that small town
with the merriment of love

Love Can Heal All Wounds

changing seasons
again

she met him in glorious autumn
her favorite season
autumn is about love, dude
about snuggling and cuddling
that's why

a year gone
four seasons gone
still in love
still in tenderness
still in amazing body bliss

slow kisses and cinnamon aromas
touching and intimating secrets
happy driving and old 14th century churches
fluffy dogs and everyday life caring
relaxing massages and meaningful nicknames
staring deep into dark or blue eyes
heavenly smells and salty tears of gratitude
deep,husky whispers in the ear
strong arms (the way she likes it)
and very, very soft skin ( the way he loves it)
6 hungry puppies playing in the mountain mist
in front of the most picturesquecafe ever
and expensive gift perfumes
blond hair pulled playfully
and hot spring water cuddles
online rambles
and hot sex dates
white, knitted granma heirloom bedcovers
spread over pristine bedsheets
wine and whisky and cupcakes
cigarette smoke and hair extensions
dirty little text messages
and naughty games of love
sighs of exstasy and giggles of merriment
words of adoration and prayers for strength
his and her teardrops combined in a rare shampagne of emotion
poems and stories and pictures and quotes
written and qyoted, pregnant in meaning
his adoration, her admiration
his strength imparting,her loving beyond limits


Their private world....

For verily,
Love and Fucking combined
CAN  heal all wounds

Listening

''I fell in love with you by listening to you listening to me'', she says.

Being heard and understood 
at the deepest level possible
feeling him staring directly into her soul
his entire attention focused on her
listening
calmly
attentively
understanding
sympathising
soothing her raw wounds
connecting his understanding to her soul
loving what he sees there
giving her the gift of his silent perspective of her
reflecting her emotions into the mirror of his tenderness.

After each listening session 
her body relaxes 
her mind stops its internal tiresome chatter
a deep sense of calm and content 
descending on her being
her like a child sang to sleep
by an ancient lullaby
sinking into an even deeper state of gratitude.

And feeling drawn to him a thousant times more