There is a man I know…
He loves others at the expense of himself at times.
His love towards me soothes my soul and ignites my mind.
His attention feels like a blanket of golden rain engulfing me.
His long, lean and strong body stirs something deep inside me, and is noticeable even covered with his designer jeans.
When I reach for him in the darkness, I know his touch and it seeps into me as I take long sips and tastes to feed my hunger.
When he embraces me I know his scent and it infiltrates me and I take long deep breaths to bring him into me.
His full laughter from a different part of the house brings a smile to my face, reminding me that life is to be enjoyed.
When he pulls me into his body and I feel the desire growing and reaching towards me, I know what stroking for my own pleasure really means.
Gazing into his eyes, i am reminded of how good it feels to allow another to see me fully.
When his eyes are focused and dark and he speaks firm words of truth, I feel the sting and burn of truly loving another person.
When he touches my head with the palm of his hand, I feel centered and loved.
When I listen to his voice soften as he speaks of his mother, I know how much I love my own parents and my daughters.
When he is hurting and flinches, I know patience is a part of loving too.
When he is a YES to my desire, it creates my YES to more for me…and him…and us.
I know a man….
made from my dreams.
I know a man…
that I want to know more.
I know a man…
that I love.