I Never Knew The Heat I Could Generate Inside Me, Until I Experienced The Fire I Have For You.

I yearn to take you to the beach, where you can be truly free, let you be lost in the ryrhmic sounds of the water lapping onto the smooth sand.

The wind lifting up the scents of salt and seaweed, fine particles of dry sand cling faintly on your skin.

To let you rest under the sun.

To see you swim in the water.

To watch you fall asleep with book on the shore.

To have night, overtake the day, to need to layer up on clothes, to watch the beautiful moonlight, caress the surface of the waves.

To have a small fire near by, it's tendrils of smoke weaving into the darkness.

To cling to you, to bury myself deep inside you, to make love to you, under the stars, our sounds going unheard, except to Mother nature, to get lost into each other in the moment.

“I find the sea to be both a natural expression of our human world, and a healing balm for it.” By pastel artist Jeanne Rosier Smith.

Craving your body, bathed in the moon's light.

Every curve, slipping into dark shadow.

Barely able to make out the look in your eyes, all I see is the gleam in the dim light.

Oh how I want to pull you apart.... Remove every stitch of fabric... Bend your body how I desire... Worship every inch of the woman for as long as I can.

I want to be your safe harbor.

Come here.....

I search for you.... your trail... the scent of your blood as it courses through your veins.

I see the fingerprints you lay.

Ache....

Hard to describe the ache I carry for you.

I remember when it started, it was when I heard your voice for the first time, saw your eyes, felt your energy, that it began to bloom.

Felt like a slight burn from touching a hot pot from the stove.... It registered differently in me, pushed away things I felt and was definitely new.

Now..... It's something different.

It's an obsession, a craving powerful in scope.

You invade my thoughts, my body reacts like I need a nicotine fix, I physically quiver at the thought of you.

I know every curve, every speck of color in your eyes, your voice fills my head long after you speak, it's the only music I want to play.

I yearn for your touch, for your caress, I want to feel your fingers trailing my skin, your nails tearing into my flesh, I crave you invading my space, playing with my beard.

I need to touch.... I need to rip the clothes from your body and I need to tear you open.

I want to bruise you, hear your screams, I want to use every bit of you up, breathe in your air as I'm making your heart pound faster and harder.

I want to devour your body, pull you apart, get lost in your soul, feel your heart beating against mine as I dig into your darkness and the part of you that's only for me.

My ache decreases with every intimate stroke, filling you deep inside, every whisper, every sound.... Mine... Feeding I take.... I build... I consume you until the air is nothing but ash.....

Even as I slump into exhaustion, my lips full of your taste, my tongue savoring the salt of your skin.... As I feel myself running out of you and down your thigh.....

My ache begins to build again.

You never know how much you will feel, until you come across that which stops you in your tracks, not from fear but from sheer mental overload.

You never know how much you love, until you find yourself losing the very thing that kept you grounded.

Don't be afraid to live, don't go through this alone..... That which is painful is often more rewarding.

The subtle yet powerful act of holding your hand while I drive... No words... Just soft touches