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How sexy you are when you wear your stockings....

Moon..

I need this every night.....

Need

This is a very open love letter to the one embedded deep in my heart.

Love

You are my obsession, I see your words /your face... My heart pounds and I feel calm, I feel perfect and right..... You are my addiction, I crave and need, in in those moments after our interactions I need, crave, my desire grows, so much I shake, you are powerful.

Don't ever feel you aren't strong, because i beg to differ.

You are my moon, my moonlight.

Why?

I look at the moon I feel calm, it's reflective light bathing us comforting.

I look up at the moon the same time as you and no matter our paths, no matter the distance, we are looking and loving the same thing.

Only you are my moon..my comfort, my inspiration. You are my light when all I see is dark, when I'm bright, you reflect my light, spread it farther than I ever could alone.

You speak to my heart, understand me in ways many could not, even when I don't understand myself you somehow find what it is I can't voice.

You take every part of my intensity, even though I know it's one of my biggest issues, you accept all my faults, the moments when I know it's my past trust /abandonment issues taking, and even when hard, with tears in your eyes, you not only handle me, but love me more.

I didn't have to learn to love you, and that is why it's so easy to love you.

The faults you carry, you know I don't see them as such, never have.

Thank you for your light.

Your love.

Your glow upon my life.

I am grateful for my moon.....

Alfred Worden, Crescent Earth rising beyond the Moon’s barren horizon. 

Apollo 15, July 26 – August 7, 1971, orbit 70. 

Courtesy of Christie’s Images Ltd.

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.

In the backdrop of dark inner thoughts, wounded with slivers of hope, I take solace in your aura.

The beating of your heart, drowning out the inner doubt that screams inside me, if they get through I push against your chest harder, for tonight I cling to you.

I don't come to you for redemption. I don't grip you tight out of desire to hold you down.

In this world of darkness and cold, I come to you because it feels right in my soul.

I were a star, close to your majestic pale glow, I'd be so content.

‘wild’