What it seems like and what it is.

What it seems like is passion, scripted love. What it is, is an invitation into love.
What it seems like is selfish pleasure. What it is, is vulnerability in the giving and receiving of intimate communion.
What it seems like is desire, exploration, torn longing. What it is, is seduction into the deepest parts of me.

You ground me. Your very presence, the essence of your masculinity draws me into myself. It invites me to a dance with the present, the intensity of the moment, the tangibility of now. It brings my body and emotions to a reality that can only be felt through your touch and witnessed through your eyes. Loving you grounds me to what is, what can always be, and what is now. Instead of escaping, I turn inward. I run into the comfort of now. I run into the arms of the present. I am loved and not alone. I have surrendered. There is no fantasy to fly to.