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TW Rice Jan 20
Walk with me, hand in hand. This is just one thing I desire. Lean into me when you shoulder or you know I need a hug. I struggle to hold my unfiltered love from you. I long for the day to walk in the Divine love that we share as your companion, your help mate, your lover, your friend, your protector, your appreciator,  and hopefully one day your husband. Waiting patiently for the days that I can hold you a little longer. Kiss you a little deeper. To be intertwined when we awake in the mornings. Waking only for days of exploring our life together. Traveling seeing the sights and talking about endless adventures. I know how fortunate I am to have found such a wonderous, Special love. I can't wait to explore the vastness of our love together.


Dedicated to my love, my Special K
TW Rice Jan 18
As you lean into me, you pull me close. It's wonderful to feel you next to me in the morning hours. My fingers running through your hair, your scent feels the air. Feeling the warmth next to me, has me waking care free. Today, I just wake up with the memories of one of those moments until the next moment we have. To wake up with one of those heavenly kisses, it's what I'm missing. To know your safe always in our place... together. Brings comfort to the waking mind, because how often can you find love of this kind? I say only once in a lifetime, so beautiful I hope this explains how precious each one of these moments are.


Dedicated to my love, my Special K
TW Rice Jan 18
I miss the late night text about work. The daily phone calls talking about our home. The miles that kept us apart but still managed to walk enjoying the night air. The singing of the coyotes in the distance as the wind played along with the vibrating of the electric line. The comfort of knowing you were just one floor below me. I miss the nights around the bonfires as the glow danced around your cheek. The nights of giggling on the couch followed by the kiss on your lips. Breathing in your scent as I hold you tight like I long to every night. I miss you laughing at my southern slang. I miss the beauty of the sun sets as I tried to describe in just words... describing a beauty to someone who is just as breathtaking. I know the things I miss is only short lived until we become us in the distant future.


Dedicated to my only love, my Special K
TW Rice Nov 2022
My love for you right now would be notorious. I chase you like the wind grabbing a hold but not able to maintain the grip. If loving you is wrong then I'll always be an outlaw. My notoriety would be the way I hold you for the moment wanting only to take care of all your needs, to have your beautiful smile in return. If there was a story to be told of our love, it would be more than a fable or a fairytale. We have lived this way for three plus years, a taboo relationship. We both know it's more than that; it's a love that will last a lifetime. If you were Bonnie, I'd be your Clyde. If you were Belle Star, I'd be your Jessie James. If we had to live a life on the run I'd want no other to be with. For now, my love may be known as notorious but to me it's always right. I'll keep chasing you forever, my love.

Dedicated to my one and only love, my Special K
TW Rice Oct 2022
It's not because I'll forget. It's because I want others to know that love does exist. It's not a fairytale or some well written manuscript, it's living this miraculous life everyday looking forward to seeing or hearing from my love, to be included in moments of her life. It may with time be a way to reflect on how our love has blossomed over the years. If only but one thing be written about me I hope it would be how devoted and how I love her. My life would be completed with just those simple words. I love Special K.

Dedicated to my love, my Special K
TW Rice Oct 2022
The way my arms ache when they are not around her. When going on adventure feels so empty because she's not there to make the trip complete. The way my heartaches just to hear her voice. How she lightens my spirit with a mere text. When you crave her kiss because she's the only one that has made your lip quiver after a kiss. How often bite my lip thinking of her. When I cook I only think of things she may want to eat. How you breath in her pillow wanting to smell her scent. When you get that smile just thinking of our crazy times. Even when there is serious talk you know there is always us and no end. When all you think of is the future that your going to have with her, the adventures, the foot rubs, the look in her eyes, the way everything brightens with her presence. The way you want to better yourself because that's the man she deserves. Being that man that appreciates her ever moment of everyday. Knowing that God has purposed you to be together. Not thinking that love like this can really be written about but knowing your living it. Though you have to love in secret in this moment until it can come out in the open. How she has become your joy, your peace, your comfort, and the most amazing love. How she shares her pictures and it brings you so much joy, knowing she is happy. Even after our covid kiss, you'd want to kiss her even more. Knowing no sickness, disease, or even death could tarnish this love.

Dedicated to my only love, my Special K
TW Rice Sep 2022
I don't want ordinary love. I want it to be epic, forever. That's what I have with my Special K. It's the everlasting hunger, I have just to be near her to hold her the way she needs to be held. I feel this journey of love has no ending or is not defined by time. From the touch of her hand in mine knows that this kind of love comes the Divine. I can't wait for this love to be translucent.The freedom of exposure so it can truly develop into this epic love, that I want to give to devote my being to her in every way. I know this love will be more brilliant than any diamond or gem. This kind of love could never be written about or painted with words, it can only be lived with my love, my Special K. In this love there's no fears of failures, no lack of appreciation, or lack of display of affection. I long to wake up beside her to pull her close and stare into those portals of heaven and tell her how fortunate of a man I am to find this epic love. If I ever faulter let it be in words or grammar for I am no master of these but let every intention be felt as genuine as it is in my soul for she is my reason, my purpose, and my destiny. For no longer is it I but it is us.

Dedicated to us, myself and my Special K
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