Made in Heaven

Some days are harder 
than others...

''I can't, I can't... just can't...
I'll get sick myself...
each time I am forced to love
 in fragments,
I am forced to cut  myself up into pieces...
my love is divided into pieces, 
then so am I...
IT'S TOO HARD, 
too fuckin' hard, 
can't do it, won't do it...
I can only love in unity,
 not in separation...


He senses it, of course.
''I have confidence in you'' he tells her.

Love...made in heaven
but forced to survive 
roaming the dirty streets of earth...
and still making it, 
still going strong,
still not just surviving,
but thriving too...

More freedom. More life.

''This string necklace is choking you'', 
he observed. 
Morning after their first night together

''Now that you mentioned it,
yeah, it kind of feels too tight.
Please cut it off'', she asked.

And he did, with a penknife
and the immediate sense of relief was enormous.

''Boy, that one really was choking me''.
she observed.

Then went on to cut off all 6 of her necklaces.
New beginnings.
More freedom.
More life.

For both of them....

If only

''If only I posted the juicy details on one of my posts...''
the mouth watering, body melting little details...''

''Don't'', he says.
''Keep them just for us''

And I shall, baby.
Keep them just for us.
But if only....

Τhis

Because for us
Christmas
will always mean
cuddles and kisses
and lovemaking
under warm blankets
by a tiny christmas tree.

and  This...

Ever since

You love women,
in a tender, totally protective way
and they sense it and love you back, my love.

Watching you interact with women live
you just listening to them
as they become bubbly and talkative
 like little girls in your presence,
I sit there by your side, half smiling,
watching your charisma unfolding in action.

And I 'm one proud, proud woman
because
you picked me first
before I picked you
and you keep picking me up ever since.....

Only Light

Holding me safely
tenderly
lovingly
while sweet music is playing in the background
filling up my reservoires of love and affection.

'' My foxy...'' he says.
And draws her even closer to him.

''This moment'', she says to herself.
''I need to hold on to this moment
when I'm at my darkest'''

Then there will only be light...

I am so lucky

Anyone can love you at your best.
But,
to be loved when she's at her darkest
when she is doing her best to push him away
means
that he really really really 
means it.
Τhat he really really really
loves her.

And that her love for him,
her unwavering love for him
is in good hands....