Trusting Life

Whenever she misses him dreadfully,
all she has to do
is to remember
how his love found her in the first place,
how her love brought him to her afterwards.

Then she relaxes
and starts trusting life again...

Even if she still misses him....

Enough for a life time

''You have given me so much love,
it's enough to last for a life time...

Enough love 
to sustain me throughout my life
should the need arise...

My soulmate

My prescious, prescious man.

Providing me with everything my heart desires,
satisfying my most basic needs and instincts.

Giving me prescious, tender love.
Deliscious, yummy sex.
Physical touch and intimacy
of body and soul.
Laughter and fun.
Shared moments of relaxation.
A true, trusted friend.
A sympathetic ear, listening to my rantings
for hours upon hours.

Our shared universe of love...

Feeding her Soul

After they've had their fill, 
after they are done loving each other
with lips and hands and wetness and hardness,
she lies in his arms,
nestled in the nook of his arm
and he goes on to warm her heart
just as she had warmed his body before:
kissing her brow and her hair, 
caressing her back and arms
 going on loving her,
feeding her soul...
Every time he does it, 
he never ever forgets
to feed her soul
in the afterglow of lovemaking.....

Because it shows

''Ι don't like the way people in your town keep checking me out'',
he tells her. 
''Taking me in,
 from head to toe,
 giving me that look''.

''Βecause we're lookin' good together, babe'',
she says.
''Because we're in love and it shows....''

That's how it all started

Listening to his voice for the first time,
 like, ages ago:

''There's someone for you on the phone'',
her secretary tells her.

Deep voice.
Rich. 
Mellodious. 
Revealing a relaxed and confident speaker, 
imparting a sense of ease
and warmth
(and a bit of arrogance, truth be told).

''It suits him perfectly'', 
she tells herself.

.

Not in front of the nuns.....

The view was breathtaking.

The mountain to the right.
A gorge with the stream flowing to the right.
And the old historic monastery they just explored
looming in front of them.

Up the cobble-strewn trail the go
along the hillside,
the gorge and the monastery to their left.

She's the country girl
amd he's the city boy
but his step is lighter than hers
and he helps her over the slippery parts.

He even cuts off a shrub
and makes a walking stick for her.

They stop at a clearing 
to catch their breath
and admire the view.
They kiss and hold hands
but when she attempts some heavier petting
he goes ''Better not, it wouldn't do 
to have the nuns in that cloister over there
watching us from afar 
and realising what's going on...''

Her modest, considerate man.

Not wanting to have sinful thoughts
arisen in those poor nuns' minds....