My enormously high hanging fruit,
with girth,
with firmness,
fermented to sublimity.

One taste quenches the soul and leaves one pondering of none other than this forbidden fruit.

This tasty delicacy defies and satisfies the nagging hunger, longing well after in my flora, and fulfills every sweet desire for a never-ending satiate.

Isn't that just like a thing?

To ever have a thing,
something or someone,
pull out your most inner contrites!
So that you could learn the lessons of you!

Always is the journey!
A journey of boundaries,
a journey of growth,
a journey of disciplines
a journey of truth!

You ponder, propose that you have finalized, acclimated to a thing, a something a someone, only to behold that ever, forever is the journey!

Thankful!

My mother said be a lady.
But it seems all you want is a *****!

So, this isn’t Love!

How I wish it wasn’t so,
How my mind instantly goes to dark.
I am not good enough,
Not funny enough,
Not ambitious enough,
Not **** enough,
Then you!

You twisted and cradle my body and mind to expand,
To breathe,
To consume,
To cultivate
To yearn,
To pleasure,  
Knowledge beyond measure.

You saw me.
You love me.
Every part of me.
Every curve, crevice, and Synchronicity.

With you, my doubts are small.
Smaller than the granulates of sand.
Smaller than single cell organism.
Smaller than voices that demand I flee.

With you, I see glimmers.

The sacral blazes, like a never ceasing ember, biding the time for the divine tryst.

It is a steamy conflagration of two souls until they become one.

The great coupling gives way to new thoughts, innovation, understanding, bonds and life.  

Respect abides with reciprocation and honour. A mutual affinity and such.

I wonder how it feels.
To be snuggled ever 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.
Seems to be sad, then seems to be sadness.
He seems to be 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 lonesome sadness
Turns to angry!

Another one bites the dust!
Repeat