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Questioning Butterlfies

“After the determined caterpillar climbs its heights and death defyingly dangles from its limbs and commits to a CrossFit Games effort to cocoon itself… there is nothing to say that its cocooned transformation is painless. In a state too vulnerable for the everyday elements it exists in, left with a shield like barrier and itself, it submits itself to a process that literally resculpts its entire being. And there is no evidence that it just slumbers peacefully; or basks - spa like - im a sauna of in-depth and intrinsic and intimate transformation. Physically and mentally. This being is being equipped to fly. One, that could only walk, is now expected to be adept to and have the awareness of one whose means of transports is inexperienced and virtually unfathomable. And there is no evidence that this transformation is painless. As such, I no longer imagine or anticipate my transformative moments or years to be pleasant, or calm, or comfortable. I now prepare for the fears of vulnerability; the burns of recasting my metaphorical heart; the blunt traumas of forced change; the spasms of exhaustion; the fatigue of trying to understand and link past, through my present into my future. And there is no promise that I can even fathom the awareness, comprehension, and/or the innate instinct that i will become. I wish that I could ask the transforming caterpillar: ‘What keeps you going? Do you even know what a butterfly is? Do you even want to change?’ Because I have been burdened, I have climbed and begun to cocoon myself (out of instinct, off of reaction) and amidst being fully committed to seeing this transformation through - I’m finding myself vastly under-aware and under-prepared… and that is slowly becoming okay. I remind myself to, ‘Trust your Nature’... and then… forcefully Trust my Nature , again… until I have transcended form - anew.” - Pati3ntWo1f (09132019)

Trust!

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Retracing: I miss you too

I trust that upon a kiss i will taste a flavor that i have unknowingly longed for all my life.

That upon a hug i will feel the comfort my mother always wished for me.

That i will smell of you a scent from my last and our future.

And that i will feel... while interlocked with your body, your skin...

The meaning of Heaven on Earth, the fruitfulness of milk and honey and something promised, the vastness of our potential and the lack of limits before US... i will feel our destiny.

-Pati3ntWo1lf

#pati3ntwo1lf

“I feed my angels and my demons. Set them at a table before me and we all feast. Each flashing tooth and fang and clawing for their choice morsels to be selfishly consumed. It's interesting how often their influence subsides and their interests change and move on, once they’ve sampled what they desire. I am slave to no vice. Our satisfactions and displeasures will forever change. See, the awakening I’ve come to is this… my angels, my demons, they are MINE. So I nurture them and discipline them the same, as though pets or subservient subjects to my Mastery and Sovereignty.” - Pati3ntWo1f

Follow me to you

“Feels great to step back from the moment and see yourself and how breath-taking you've become. I am priveleged that my attempts have reached u,through the fog and chatter; and that u let me lead u to my view point - from where I look upon all that is you. Any awe is not my doing. My credit is only leading you. The view, my view, what has inpspired each word of mine that has moved you to feel and question (in disbelief) how i could see, feel, speak into you as such... is solely you... your doing... your being.”

-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)

“It is like I have a cast over my heart, and a sling to hold it in place. Hidden. Unseen behind the smiles and jest and seemingly well wishes and responses. And there are the special ones… that somehow seem to sign the cast - leaving their mark, with no intent to stay or return when I heal… if I heal.”

-Pati3ntWo1f (03102020)

There is an intimacy with this picture that resounds beyond any caption than makes this a meme… something beyond the laymen’s assesment at first glace - of a welcomed dominant and submissive interaction.

There is the resolution of a conversation deep within both parties. A trust exercise. A confessional. An acknowledgement. A belief. A calculated risk. A relief. A resolve.

I’d dont want to dominate… i want to build/venture/explore with you… both first and foremost…. That said… i only imagine the wolf within my passion being expressed with you.

She replies: Allowing me to submit doesn't necessarily mean you have to dominate.. it allows me to be safe.

I reply: That’s why I love you.

- Pati3ntWo1f (12192021)

DAYDREAMING SOMETHING Mmmmm!

I’d shower with you

I wish

I’m daydreaming rn

You out the shower…

1st time we’ve shared such a space

Based off our interactions & now face 2 face again, you trust your intuitions more… our magic is more real

So you walk out in just your towel - wrapped just enough around you to keep warm, hide nipples, and tease treasure

Eye contact

We both smile

Words not needed

You took the trusting step and we both recognize and celebrate it with excitement

I say “let me help you”

I come over. Grabbing the towel i spin you to where your back is to me, but i have control of the towel…

I move your hair and dry your back

Your waist… never fully reaching your front 😉

Then i say “excuse me” as i spread your legs futher apart, drop down, and dry from your inner thighs to toes

Your right leg

Then your left

While on one knee i ask you… “turn around, please?”

Never looking up, i begin at your feet

Left shin

Left knee

Back down to right shin

Right knee

As i adjust the towel in my hands, i look up at you

And ask if you are cold

With the towel as i need it i shuffle closer, face less than an inch from your skin

Exhale so you feel the warmth of my breath on your drying skin

(And to compose myself, because what your eyes are saying is str8 starting shit 😜)

I pat. I dab the towel, that is wrapped behind you right leg - across the front of your lower thigh… working my way up

And just before…. I switch to your lower left thigh… doing the same

I Lick my lips

And ask…

“May I?”

I kiss just under your belly button

My warm lips are contrary to the cold touch from the tip of my nose

Your body reacts

As it does you realize where my hands are, as they supportively grip you to go no where

I kiss lower, as my right arm begins to lift your left thigh

You reach for balance (wall, chair, bed, door, whatever it there)

I lick my lips again as you look to see why i slightly paused

You can sense my breathing has changed

And u like it’s intensity

I put your left thigh on my shoulder, adjust my kneeling accordingly

And lick between your lips gently

Letting my anxiety to taste you be your moisturizer

I gently lick again

Ever lower

Ever closer

Till my moisture is met with yours,…

Just after, your clit gets the first glimpse of what this tongue can do

I can taste you

How ready you are, only deepens my breath

Exhaling want and desire, you can feel its warmth

As i quickly say “Let me” before i dive in - never allowing you to respond (verbally)… only to respond (physically) as i spell the alphabet in lowercase and capitals until i learn (from your reaction) your letters of the day

Lowercase “L”

Capital “W”

Lowercase “A”

Lowercase “E”

I grip your waist as you teach me your code to unlock your goddess

Until i stop

Because as a gentleman, i need you not to strain… and standing is getting difficult

I just stop and stand

Place my right hand on the side of your face

Gently turn your head to your left

Lean into where our bodies touch and my lips are grazing your neck, just below you ear

And i say …

“Mmmm. Baby? I need you to lay down.”

You move without words, but i hold you in place

In the same spot i speak - while embracing you closer…

“May I… do more?”

You take a few steps back as i lead you, like we are ballroom dancing

You lay back on the bed

I return to my selfishness, tasting my way to your clit’s password

You can sense how i like it when you slip from receiving to giving - trying to ride my tongue

As you become more expressive, i only come up to quickly say things like:

“Let go”

“That’s it”

“Gimme”

“I want you to cum”

“Good girl”

And very possibly, if your day was as stressful/eventful/energy-draining as recent days

Then after your climax

I savor the flavors you gifted me, as i calmly grab the lotion

And begin to lotion you like we should have done 3 orgasms ago

I ask you to roll on your back, as i finish and our eyes talk for us

I intermittently place kisses here and there

You lay on your left as we embrace and i tease you with kisses and talking - where my lips intentionally run gently against yours

I get lost in your eyes again

Start rambling

You smile. Put your finger over my lips… &

Kiss me like there is no such thing as an ending

And roll onto your right side… keeping my arms around you like it’s the only blanket you have

I slightly adjust to be as comfortably close as possible

We snuggle

I move your hair and kiss the back of your neck

And say “thank you”

You roll over to be face to face

I break eye contact to admire your body… and bring my eyes back to yours

Never breaking eye contact i take a deep breath in and exhale

My eyes become more sincere

You see my truthfulness b4 i say a word

I smile (as you always make me do)

And say…

“Thank you for sharing your pleasures with me.”

I swear whatever exists beyond this life can be seen - in glimpses - in your pleasures

Eyes

Smile

Voice

Body

Mmmm…!

I love your language

-the end

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pati3ntwo1f (04272023)

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)