In Ways…

Crazed

I'm crazed by how the thought of you overwhelms my immediately/ and expodiciously exposes my vulnerability exceedingly/ needing this fix, shock, wake up call/ to awaken my ability to be enthralled/ shock becomes awe as numb becomes dumb/ to the sensation that mundane can make ones sensation become/ u conquered (my defenses) I saw (felt u while senseless) we came (and climax consistent)/ forever changed (ever-present and persistent)/ for I thought and dreamed and knew you/ I wished and believed and knew you/ I doubted and denied, coward and lied to myself in the face of your truth/ knowledge of you is spiritual, protecting you is ritual/ wanting you is now habitual, as the idea of living without you is minescule/

-Pati3ntWo1f

Lead you... to Us.

- - - - - - > us < - - - - - -

You cross my mind everyday

I want what comes next

An awakening release

I want that too

Two givers: Giving intent-fully, purposefully.

Two givers: Reciprocating, Appreciating.

Two givers: Learning to be selfish with one another, selflessly spoiling the other...

(with attention, detail, effort, ease, complimentary being - being me bringing myself to the complimentary degree necessary to balance with thee and always bring us the complete 360)

... After you.

So ready

And waiting, patiently

And wishing, anxiously

I need my turn to hear it...

To earn the emphatics of how i’ve compelled you to say it - To hear you make it yours...

(Then exceed those limits together as you give me a name of your own... And known words lose their worth, when compared to the value of how we are sharing our minds, bodies, energy, ourselves... We create a new language unique to us, written in passion, uttered in pleasure, understood spiritually, experienced entirely)

... Soft voices because we are always so close,

Countless smiles because your presence brings me joy,

An endless hug... always enwrapped in eachother... be it fingers, lips, arms, legs, bodies, minds or souls.

Any combos they can produce, We will surely create more.

Lemme please you beyond request?

I’ll lead you there...

... to Us.

(And the place where we defy time and space and self... Where our love making is an evokation of greater truths within ourselves... As my intent drips from my lips and is whispered into your flesh... as our rythm and intensity satisfy and soothe you into being in two places at once - As one flesh with me, And of the guided meditation I'm speaking into your skin... somewhere between your collarbone and where your jawline meets the lobe of your ear).

-Pati3ntWo1f (07262020)

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)

No Makeup

“And everything that makes you attractive is still on display and seen and recognized to be no less inspiring and enticing than when u powder, perfume, prompt and pose”

-Pati3ntWo1f

To the present day “Joanna”s:

On behalf of those with your ear and not your attention; towards the benefit of those with your attention and its spoils; for your health and happiness; because of our unheard desires: see thyself as those with your ear do -beautifully badass. Let not your heart wander so far as you to forget that... for those with your ear turn to whispers the farther away you drift, and those whose possess your attention are not promised to be attentive.

Don’t lose sight of yourself; nobody in this world is worth you losing your shit. There’s no reason to act jealous, be possessive, and allow yourself to become sad and desperate. If someone doesn’t like you, who fucking cares? Find one who does. If your significant other makes you feel like shit — they’re fucking shit — bury them in a sandbox, forget about ‘em, and move on. Don’t be like Joanna of Castile. Don’t ruin your life and your reputation with insecure obsession . . . Born in 1479, Joanna (Spanish spelling, “Juana”) was the third child of Queen Isabella of Castile and King Ferdinand II of Aragon. But this royal privilege didn’t stop her from working hard to improve herself. As a young woman, she spoke six languages, excelled in religious studies, was active in equestrian sports, played music, and could dance with the best of them. Plain and simple, Joanna was a fucking badass. She was smart AND beautiful; this obviously attracted the attention of men. And, in 1496, she married Philip of Habsburg, also known as “Philip the Handsome.” Seriously, the dude’s nickname was PHILIP THE HANDSOME — are you fucking kidding me? He must have looked like Idris Elba and Ryan Gosling had a baby the height of Dwayne The Rock Johnson. My point, even Philip’s handsome ass wasn’t worth “losing it." But, Joanna couldn’t resist, she let her imagination get the best of her and became paranoid that he was going to cheat. Her insecurities intensified and her mental instability grew evermore apparent around the kingdom. She was like a fucking vulture, constantly swarming over Philip, checking his iPhone, and demanding his email passwords. Needless to say, it was sad to watch. She was once such a smart, intelligent, confident woman. Not even Philip’s surprise death in 1506 quelled her insecurities. She wouldn’t allow nuns to approach his corpse before his burial — afraid he’d put his ghost boner in one of them. In the end, Joanna of Castile became known as “Joanna the Mad,” leaving behind a reputation of being pathetically jealous, instead of beautifully badass. Well, you just learned some fucking history. You’re welcome. Now, enjoy your Sunday, you beautiful idiots. #SUNDAYSCHOOL

“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)

Two Moons

A hidden universe with 2 moons and No Sun. Yet they glow. Reflecting the other’s light. Never knowing from which the glow shown first. There was no conception... they ever were and always been. Two moons. Not twins. Complimentary. Two moons... and deep seas, colored the shades of earth’s sky at sunset. Here tides move differently. The swells are emotional. The ever starry skies are a daily devotional to the countless beauties they create out of any moment. These two moons. Revolving around each-other, their gravity is felt like magnetism, a tingling in the air. They almost seem to stare... endlessly delighted with the other, yearning for the other. Its sensual the way they eclipse, seamlessly one. The universe is electric. And they are... Mmmmm... inspiring.

-Pati3ntWo1f

Be You!!! Astoundingly, bountifully, compassionately, distinguishingly, energetically, fluidly, gratefully, heiressesly, instinctually, jubilantly, knowingly, lavishly, momentously, naughtily, optimistically, purposefully, qualitatively, reverently, saturatingly, thoroughly, unequivocally, vibrantly, wholely, x-marks-the-spot-ingly, zestfully, You!!!

-Pati3ntWo1f (091520)

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)

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