You are the Concave to my Convex
I miss you. And I haven't met you yet.
We fold inside each other. You are the place where I am at ease, where I feel loved and cherished. I give myself to you, your strength, your stability. I've never felt so safe, so open, so free.
You celebrate my uniquites. You love the way I laugh, you love the way I fuck, you love the way I dance. I exist for you, and you exist for me. Enduring time passing to be near you again. We have never experienced such passion, such want. We have fabulous adventures together. Even though you are calm, centered, you are always up for whatever inevitably pops up for either of us, whether it's going to a strip club or to an art museum, and you enjoy both with equal fevor. We have so much fun together.
We took our time when we met, the sweet torturous dance of unfolding and discovering each other. We never went to the next step physically, mentally, emotionally until it was unbearably and wonderfully anticipated, and the erotic nature of self denial only made our physical union that much more passionate, that much more anticipated, that much more rewarding. You, better than anyone I've ever known, know the language of seduction, understand the nature of want, desire, and eventual slow languid reward. You know when to dominate me, and you know when to submit to me. You make me feel like I am dancing underwater, my wild curly hair haloed in all directions, my eyes intensely blue, and electric see you, and only you...
We are both exotic. Foreignly american. Like Persian Royalty. Heads turn everywhere we go. Jealous men and women, wanting to be you, wanting to be me, wanting to experience what we experience for being together. For being in love.
Undulating, I breathe you. I miss you. And I haven't even met you yet.
*posted on craigslist august 15, 2005
We fold inside each other. You are the place where I am at ease, where I feel loved and cherished. I give myself to you, your strength, your stability. I've never felt so safe, so open, so free.
You celebrate my uniquites. You love the way I laugh, you love the way I fuck, you love the way I dance. I exist for you, and you exist for me. Enduring time passing to be near you again. We have never experienced such passion, such want. We have fabulous adventures together. Even though you are calm, centered, you are always up for whatever inevitably pops up for either of us, whether it's going to a strip club or to an art museum, and you enjoy both with equal fevor. We have so much fun together.
We took our time when we met, the sweet torturous dance of unfolding and discovering each other. We never went to the next step physically, mentally, emotionally until it was unbearably and wonderfully anticipated, and the erotic nature of self denial only made our physical union that much more passionate, that much more anticipated, that much more rewarding. You, better than anyone I've ever known, know the language of seduction, understand the nature of want, desire, and eventual slow languid reward. You know when to dominate me, and you know when to submit to me. You make me feel like I am dancing underwater, my wild curly hair haloed in all directions, my eyes intensely blue, and electric see you, and only you...
We are both exotic. Foreignly american. Like Persian Royalty. Heads turn everywhere we go. Jealous men and women, wanting to be you, wanting to be me, wanting to experience what we experience for being together. For being in love.
Undulating, I breathe you. I miss you. And I haven't even met you yet.
*posted on craigslist august 15, 2005
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