I wonder how it feels.
To be snuggled every so precisely.
Skin to skin, like neurons to synapses, sparking, firing pure pleasures of love, for the mate of my soul.

A wonder it is to feel.
I imagine us to be synchorinzed in such way, that thoughts are completed. Actions are known. He will see the truth even when unshown.

Blissful wonder, I long to feel.
The absence of something unfamiliar, but nostalgic.
I feel him present now, forever near, yet ever eluding.

My intertwines long for, aches for, to feel, his touch, yet it remains unknown.
His lips, sun, unkissed.

I wait in wonder.
Not for completion, but for a reunion.
Not of family, but of the one,
kin of my Soul.

He is cool cool,
Cool cold as a fan.
Fantastic fun guy.
Energized superman lover.

He or something,
No, something is amiss.
Sad, then sadness.
He is stressed stressed!

Guised, gone, far away from the giddy.
Golly, did he just ghost me?

He is back, back like a flash.
Again, cool cold, Kool Moe D.
I'm not enthused.

She is a perfect pear shape, with
Itty bitty bitties, a
Tantalizing tummy, along with
Thunderous thighs and the perfect
Itty bitty feet! However,
Her hindquarters were a rare treat.

Round where needed, with slight expansive hips. It was the small of her back that carved the way to
the show stopper, the chef’s kiss, the perfect silhouette. Hidden away deep undercover, only to be revealed when ready was the depth and cavernous small of her back.

Meet, chat, coffee, dinner, chat.……this is an unplanned unconventional itinerary that I have grown so accustom to!

Not sure when it started,
Not sure when it will end!

Excitement
Turns to anxiety
Turns to boredom
Turns to sadness
Turns to angry!

Another one bites the dust!