No Makeup

So even-though it is torture, because my dream cannot be completed... i will do it anyway, because the dream is worth enough, worth the pain and burden of never being fulfilled... and those few moments - although incomplete - are so enriching and magical. If i am left to only feel partially and woefully, then so be it, because i cannot deny my desire to feel. I’ll be the sad story and tragic ending that troubled souls cure their moments of loneliness in, when they hear it or see it. I’ll be the warning of what to avoid and how lifeless and bleek things can really get. I’ll be the bottomless abyss, the void, the emptyness and hopeless and romantically make them my home... and the opaque that, by contrast, gives the heroic, redemptive, compassionate, enduring, triumphant, joyful, desirable, fulfilling, optimistic, happy-ending stories their array of emotional fragrance, their textures of enjoyability, their sweet palpability and enticement - their thrill, their signs of life and worth living.

- pati3ntwo1f (091120)

Be my E

Be my ecstasy

Quicken the pace of my heart

Lightly dress confidence over my vulnerability

Just enough

Lead me to get lost

In the sensation of your touch

Timeless these moments

Ours

Tempt me to obsess, ensensed

How gooooood you feel against my skin

Every sound you make

A cascading serenade

With my heart, my thoughts, my body

I dance

Swayed by you

-Pati3ntWo1f

FOMO of the senses, pt. one

Blood rushing

Desiring our bodies to mimic what we do with our eyes… and our words

For it to feel a portion of what our souls sense

Of my senses, touch has FOMO with you

And is jealous of my other senses that are teased through our interactions

- pati3ntwo1f (081524)

Well…

Just bathe in my praises. Soak in them. Let them warm, rinse, clean… play in it, rest in it… submerge yourself at will, float on a whim, dip whichever and all the parts of you on a want. Praises will keep flowing from my lips. My well of expression will never run dry. It’s yours!

- pati3ntwolf (07092023)

Cray… how a few typed words spark anticipation’s all-be-it accepted agony

I’m feeling her shadow

Again…

Anticipation is blind to Surprise and on sight, I was

Brain willing my body to “be cool. Be cool. Ice cold.”

While My heart beat accelerates “0 to 100 real quick”

I no longer break eye contact for your preference but for my own… prescription, to dull the extent of my vulnerability

Already lost in time, and dismay - 100% felt, 0% displayed… i should know better

The words thought for me are empty aught to be. Actions prove accordingly. Always have and will always be. If its not Mutual than there’s no Treason… yet myWants needs no Reason… to keep believing, my hopeless dreaming

Ripping the bandaid I walk away to step outside and see the sky acting as my eyes cannot. But feel as they could.

Its not sadness. Nah… it is. But its not, tho. It not the outcome drives my eyes to envy the sky right now…

It is my fault, my fallacy, my fiction… It is

The excess of my excessiveness…

Of these feelings.

-pati3ntwo1f (032822)

Come To Me

“I want your lips on mine. And mine all over you.

Come to me... let me accept you as you are... place kisses on your emotional scars... caress your insecurities

Come to me... let me praise your imperfections as beauty... and convince your doubts that they’re just mile markers for how far you’ve grown

Come to me... let me hold you so closely that your burdens become mine... with an intimacy so intense we forget our burdens and all other limits

Come to me... let me into the darkest corners of your mind and feel me brighten it with my smile... like the moon reflecting the joy you bring me

Come to me... so i may be your pillow on which you find rest... your comforter to warm the parts of your heart that froze for preservation and safe keeping

Come to me... so i may play in your hair while softly talking in your ear... telling you the endless fantasies you inspire

Come to me... so i may persuade your body and mind to climax together in a collective epiphany...

So i may see your eyes become windows to your soul and mesmerize me with its loving nature...

May I read the language your body speaks and translate each of its thoughts into your pleasures...

Come to me... so we can achieve heights and depths not possible alone...

Confidently lost in the realms we transcend to...

Just... C’mere!"

-Pati3ntWo1f (09212019)

900 words

I see - easily - 900 of the thousand words a photo is worth

And each one is a word of praise

To your effort and success

To your intent and vulnerability

To your compassion and critique

To your honest expression

To your physical beauty

To your mental wonderland

To your spiritual depths

To your loving heights

A pic is worth 1000 words…

And a 900 of mine are expressions of why I love you!

-pati3ntwo1f (012625)

“It's all subjective... the agony of the experience is the truth in it. Be it a princess having to do common work, a prisoner forced to do what it takes to survive, or a persons spirit - which craves for other than - to be subjected to another 40 hours of that which he/she wishes to avoid. Unfortunately, all we have to convey this value is expression. And therefore the currency of emotion is subjective to the understanding and reciprocation of one's audience. Understanding is cash. Reciprocation is credit.” -Pati3ntWo1f (04192020)

GO WEIGHTLESS

Grasping for your energy right now... to pull over me like a thin blanket, and curl up in our magic... laying before a fan gently blowing fantasies across my mind... beneath a ceiling that displays the dancing ambient flickers of this candle - scented “The Best of Us”...

Let my desires be a pillow for your mind to rest on... the rhythm of my touch to lullaby your anxieties... the whispered ramblings of my love for you keeps your body afloat and boyant on a bed of continual beloved becomings... the gentle sincerity of each kiss i place on your forehead remind you that this dream is real... and each kiss of your lips takes your breath as you go weightless...

-Pati3ntWo1f (08192020)

Complimentary Souls

May our bodies be

instruments, and may

our vibrations of intent

be received as song

May its wordless serenade

awaken the infinite within

us, and our galaxies

- down to the atom -

dance and create a chemistry

That only complimentary souls

can.

-Pati3ntWo1f