Back up again

Sometimes when that particular day of the week comes
when we are usually together,
when you travel from your own part of the world
to bring your love magic into my own world
and for some reason we cant make it this time,
we cant be together,
my body aches so badly for your lovemaking
for your nourishing energy
that I become depleted
empty
discouraged
withdrawal symptoms kicking in.
I drag myself through my daily routine
and feel sorry for myself
not even knowing what's wrong
not even bothering to call you
because I dont feel like imposing my crappy mood on you.

Τhen you seek me out
through any kind of medium
and at first a sense of relief
washes over me
unmistakably there.

We talk
and after a while
I realise I'm feeling energised,
revitalised,
like I had a good night's sleep
and my usual happy self again.

Baby, I'm addicted to the high
your energy gives me...

What is it?

I don't know, maybe it' s because
it is a long distance thing,
but I'm still madly, hopelessly, blissfully in love.
Or maybe it's those hands.
Or those eyes.
Or that generous heart.
Or that amazing mind.
Whatever it is,
I cant get enough of it,
every time he comes round.

Probably he feels the same,

cause he keeps coming,
three and a half years down the road.

Whatever it is,
we both have it...

For Ever

Diving into each other's eyes....

Tenderly touching each other's face or planting kisses on tangled hair....

Holding each other heart to heart and letting our combined energy flow....

Experiencing the pain of having walls between us, then becoming more open, more vulnerable, more true and watching those wall crumble....crying as intimacy becomes even deeper..

Wishing to be of total service to him in bed, but I am always served first, like the true gentleman he is...

I WONNA BE IN LOVE FOREVER...

In Delirious Love

He's just left.
He was weary,
 thinking of the long way back,
reluctant to leave,
reluctant to leave me,
the moments we shared,
our connection,
our mutual haven of relaxation and tenderness.

I watched his face
in the car
against the evening sun,
as we were about to part,
marveling at how much I'm still in delirious love
after all those years
how the lines of his face
evoke deep feelings of desire
mixed with a sense of homecoming trust and safety.

I'm walking down the street alone
going home,
warm sunshine on my face,
catching whifs of his smell
now and then
inhaling, remembering, smiling,
a sweet tiredness all over my aura
a blessed contentment all over my heart
and a general feeling of humble gratitude
all over my intellect.
''Thank you, thank you, I love you,''
whispers my mind.
''Its so good to be alive''
purrs my body.
The imprint of his lips
still felt on the skin of my back
where he pressed his mouth
as he was making love to me
with breathtaking tenderness.
Each lovemaking session of ours a masterpiece
because I never know what sweet surprise is coming each time
out of that gorgeous body and mind of his.
And I'm moaning ,
my heart melting
as much as my body is swelling with pleasure.

Later we nap
first entangled into each others embrace,
then loosely touching,
then he is half awake again
and he claims me in his arms anew
and I tell him
''I keep thinking I should tell you stuff when you are finally here
but when you do come my mind goes blank
and all I want is just lie here like this. Do I make sense?''
He nods, yes, I do make sense.

Was it as dreamlike for me as it was for him?
I wonder later, sitting on a bench, watching my kid playing.
''Dreamlike '', he texts me.
God, it 's such a blissfully glorious feeling
to be sharing
the same dreamlike reality
with the one your soul  roots for..

The Best Part Of You

That moment
when
I am annoyed
by some aspect of your public persona
and you text me back
''Who was with you 
on Valentine's day?''

And I am appeased 
because .
You were.

And because
 I get to have
the best part of you....

Fuller than the one before

That moment
when you told me
that I have loved you 
more than any other woman ever
and that noone ever will love you that way
cause you only strike the jackpot once in your lifetime
and that, if you re really lucky...

I can live off those words
for the rest of my life
except
I dont need to,
cause each time we are together
you are feeding me 
new and fresh helpings of love...

Feeling full and sleepy 
in your arms
every single time
fuller than 
the one before

All mine, precariously

You soak in the admiration,
adoration,
love even,
of all those women
that stand in awe of you, 
your fan club as I playfully call them,
you take this admiration
and transform it into male power,
and next time you come back to me in the physical,
like a god loaded with offerings
 of the devotion of those women,
you pour all this male power
like liquid love into me.

Making me,
sweeter,younger looking
more feminine
and a more powerful creator than before...