Monday, October 13, 2008
Saturday, October 4, 2008
Sunday, September 28, 2008
Friday, September 26, 2008
Wednesday, September 24, 2008
I like to pat her cheek so that she slips my cock into the crevice between her teeth and the inside of her cheek. I like to stroke the bulge there, sometimes slap it. Her moans run like rivulets of a current down my hard member to tickle my balls and up my spine. I like how she will sometimes trace the tracks of her spit with her finger, exploring the nether darkened region that's just beyond my testicles. I like how she slips me from my mouth to follow her finger with her tongue, softly caressing my testicles with a velvet touch.
I like how she strokes me with the tip of my cock just touching the tip of her tongue. She likes when she tastes my pre-cum, flicking her tongue to catch the dew-like drops. Moaning softly for more as her strokes speed up. And when my cum explodes from me in a spray of orgasmic completion, I like how she slurps up every drop, licking every sticky residue as it sloshes around her mouth. I like how she continues to suckle me until my cock returns to it's flaccid state to slip out of her mouth. I like to stroke her hair as she places her hot cheek on my heaving belly and sighs softly. I know she is licking her lips, savouring my taste. I like how she thanks me and says I love you, dreamily.
Such simple things.
Monday, September 22, 2008
After all the pages have been coloured in and you're still looking for a place to point that pencil - well then point it HER-E
Sunday, September 21, 2008
How can you say to my soul, “Flee as a bird to your mountain!”
11:2 For, behold, the wicked bend their bows.
They set their arrows on the strings,
that they may shoot in darkness at the upright in heart.
~Pslams 11: 1-2
Saturday, September 20, 2008
Friday, September 19, 2008
Wednesday, September 17, 2008
4:24 a.m. Your pillow survived the night despite the repeated punches to mold it into some form of shape. Coldness greeted me like an icy hand every time I ventured over to the left side of the bed. The empty side of the bed.
5:37 a.m. Only one cup of coffee this morning. Bare feet on cold wooden floors. Greeted by soft confused mewls.
6:18 a.m. Restlessness hangs in the air like a glider. Silence surrounds the house broken by the cry of birds. The thermometer reads 8C but there will be no heat until October.
7:07 a.m. Wrapped in a comforter like my stubbornness I ponder if you can see little bird breaths like cotton puffs in the cool air. Ten more days before touchdown.
Tuesday, September 16, 2008
Sunday, September 14, 2008
He lurks in secret as a lion in his ambush.
He lies in wait to catch the helpless.
He catches the helpless, when he draws him in his net.
The helpless are crushed.
They fall under his strength.
~The Psalms, 10:9
Tuesday, September 9, 2008
Holding the camera steady was the least I could do.
Wednesday, September 3, 2008
"…in what context?"
when marinated for 24 hours in a fine red wine, spit-roasted slowly over an open fire and served with a vegetable medley lightly seasoned with olive oil?Interesting bumper sticker, but I wish it was a little more descriptive.I'd like to become Ruler of The Universe (ROTU)...nope I can hear the subjects laughing already. How about Supreme Lord of the World (SLoW)...damn, that's not going to work either.Almighty King and Universal Noble Tyrant (AKUNT). Hmm…interesting but not quite the oomph I'm looking for.
Mulligatawny Soup, Whipped Cream over blueberry waffles and maple syrup, French toast, mashed potatoes, fresh pineapple and mango in custard. Definitely no asparagus. Or garlic. Too much onions is questionable as well. Plenty of water, cut back on the coffee. Too many strawberries increase the acidity. I've been told I taste yummy, sweet with a delicate aroma of bleach.When I become Supreme Lord of the Universe and Tyrannical Sultan (SLUTs) HA!...sometimes I just kill myself - I want to live on an island surrounded by bare-breasted natives fanning me with Palmyra leaves, running toddy-coated nipples across my lips.
Tuesday, September 2, 2008
Tiny vibrations like a low voltage current trickle between us in the dark. Her toy drones on, loud one minute, muffled the next.
"Do you know you taste ~gasp~ yummy?"
"I love the taste of your cum"
A sharp intake of breath and the pitch of the toy rises in unison. Pain where her head presses down into my shoulder but I am distracted by her engorged nipple between my thumb and finger.
"I love the way your cock ~gasp~ fills my mouth"
"hmm..mm". Squeeze her full breasts. Roll her nipple. Dig, dig, dig my nails into her soft flesh.
"Ouch!". Body arches. Breasts swell. Thighs spread further apart. The drone lulls me almost to sleep.
Another sharp intake of breath. A pause, pregnant with yearning hangs in the cool night air. Timing is everything. A hard pull on an engorged nipple and she explodes under the covers. Her moans go on forever it seems, bouncing off the walls, ricocheting off the spinning fan blades to rain down on us like a net. Trapped in her orgasm, she bucks violently and I squeeze her breasts harder before. She will find my fingerprints on her creamy white flesh the next morning like paint splashed haphazardly on an empty canvas. She will smile dreamily as she traces the marks.
But now she will roll over to hand me the vibrator, sticky and wet and warm.
"Thank you Master", the words muffled against my neck as her contended sighs wash warm and damp over my skin.
I smile in the darkness, spent, satiated and happy.
Sunday, August 31, 2008
I will give thanks to Yahweh with my whole heart.
I will tell of all your marvelous works.
I will be glad and rejoice in you.
I will sing praise to your name, O Most High.
When my enemies turn back,
they stumble and perish in your presence.
For you have maintained my just cause.
You sit on the throne judging righteously.
~The Psalms 9: 1-4
Wednesday, August 27, 2008
Friday, August 22, 2008
"May I have my toy please?"
How could I say no. Just moments before, I had exploded inside her mouth, sloshing over her tongue, filling her cheeks. She sucked me as I slowly grew softer and smaller, licking every drop, careful not spill any nor let any remnants dribble down the corners of her mouth. While I moaned and groaned, rigid in my climax, my stomach muscles and thighs contracting so hard they almost hurt.
She slipped my flaccid cock out of her mouth finally and it flopped cold and wet onto my belly. She curled up against me and ever so softly made her request.
I reached for the drawer in the bedside table and felt around for the familiar cool metal. It was in exactly the same place as it was before. She knows better than to place it anywhere else. I must be able to find it in the dark if necessary. I hand it to her. "Of course you can". She settles her head down on my shoulder so that my crooked arm reaches her breasts. The soft burr of the vibrator runs through her body and into my side. I pinch one of her nipples and her body arcs. A sharp intake of breath and I start to drowse...
Monday, August 18, 2008
Sunday, August 17, 2008
"Sheets of empty canvas, untouched sheets of clay
Were laid spread out before me as her body once did.
All five horizons revolved around her soul
As the earth to the sun
Now the air I tasted and breathed has taken a turn"
Friday, August 15, 2008
Wednesday, August 13, 2008
So according to this story, an Ohio man has been charged with having sex with his picnic table. Apparently a friendly neighbour witnessed Mr. Price fucking the flowery furniture on four different occasions!
Don't you just hate these nosy neighbours? What is this world coming to if one cannot enjoy a simple act of coitus with an oh-so-inviting chair. Or a table. Just look at that hole in the middle of the table. The one with the pole inserted right through. Are we that inflexible that it should serve just one purpose? Look at the possibilities. Lying across the table, the hard wood flat against your hard wood as you inch your way slowly towards that inviting hollow circle. Your breathing gets heavier with anticipation. Perhaps today a sliver will prick your prick, sliding into your soft skin with delicious ease. You place your face against the cool surface and slip your solid snake into the very soul of the table, your mouth shaped into a silent aah as the course edge scratches against your scrotum.
And then you start to fuck. Rocking your hips back and forth, the powerful sensations rocket through you as you plunge your winky, willy-nilly in and out, up and down, maybe side to side for added pleasure. You feel your balls tighten, your mind starts to fog, your thighs go rigid, your toes curl, and then...then...
"What the fuck are you doing?!"
You look up into the face of your neighbour. There she is again, peering over the fence, her face frozen in shock at the scene before her. Even her curlers are about to stumble in aghast from her still wet hair.
"You naughty man. You naughty, naughty man. I am calling the authorities".
You roll off the table, falling to the ground with a whump!, your breath rushing out of you, the pain from your near-climax bringing tears to your eyes. You curl yourself into a ball, clutching desperately at your crotch, and in that moment of absurdness and utter unadulterated humiliation you realize that that online hooker, with a crow's nest for pubic hair who was willing to wear a cardboard cut-out for $40 bucks would have been a much safer solution.
See, sometimes, if the price is right, Mr. Price, the price is right.
Tuesday, August 12, 2008
Monday, August 11, 2008
Sunday, August 10, 2008
the moon and the stars, which you have ordained;
what is man, that you think of him?
What is the son of man, that you care for him?
~Psalms 8, 3:4
Friday, August 8, 2008
The Committee for Refrigerator Ethics (CoRE) has decided that once the surface of jello has taken on a wrinkled appearance, much like grandpa's foreskin, it can be safely removed and discarded. A shame really, it was fascinating to look at every time I opened the fridge. It jiggled seductively with every movement. It gave me pause as I pondered the possibility of consuming the blue experiment.
But common sense prevailed. It had to go. Sigh. There will be others just like it I am sure, following valiantly along in its unsteady footsteps.
Watching the lunar eclipse a little while ago, she kept slipping me from her mouth to comment on it's progress. It was a stunning display of nature, regal in it's beauty, sublime in it's powerful serenity.
"Would you like me to move over?"
"No I'm fine thank you" she manages to reply from between pursed lips glistening wet in the darkened room. "I can see it quite well from here. But if you let go of my hair, I could move my head better"
So I grabbed a nipple instead. A man needs something to hold on. It's only just...right
Tuesday, August 5, 2008
Monday, August 4, 2008
Rules for evening wear down on the boardwalk, for a Thursday evening:
Ladies, short-shorts and 3" spikes just don't work. No matter how long and bronzed your legs are. You look like a stripper missing a pole. Or a bronzed giraffe. Take your pick.
Men, if you're belly obstructs the view of your feet, check with someone before you venture out. White socks and sandals are a no-no. You should see it from my point of view. Jesus would be ashamed.
Sunday, August 3, 2008
Saturday, August 2, 2008
Friday, August 1, 2008
Sunday, July 27, 2008
Yahweh, my God, I take refuge in you. Save me from all those who pursue me, and deliver me;
lest they tear apart my soul like a lion, ripping it in pieces, while there is none to deliver.
~Psalms 7, 1:2
Saturday, July 26, 2008
Friday, July 25, 2008
The outside had looked decent as we pulled in. Decent enough for one night we said. There were already a couple of cars parked outside rooms. How bad can it be we asked each other before I went inside to inquire about rates and availability. The platinum blonde chick ran her fingers through her short bob and pouted, "$70 plus tax". The tiny labret winked from her bottom lip. Perhaps it was trying to warn me.
I clicked off the TV and darkness fell into the room as oppressive as the heat. The air-conditioner struggled in vain all night to bring comfort to our sticky bodies. We clung to each other all night as we tossed and turned on the lumpy mattress and the wafer thin pillows.
In the morning, as the fingers of sunlight tried to slip between the slip between the gap of the drapes, we awoke. I nuzzled deep into her back, cupping her breasts with one arm draped across, pressing me hard cock into the small of her back. She whimpered at my touch and shimmied back into me. "I love you", she whispered, barely audible above the cacophony of the air-conditioner. "I will go anywhere with you"
I smiled sleepily and breathed in her scent, my nose ticklish from the small hairs on the nape of her neck. I would go anywhere with her, do anything with her, take her anywhere she wants. As long as I can wake up next to her, snuggled against her warmth, I don't really care where these gypsy feet take me either. She is mine. My whore, my woman. My First.
"I love you too baby. Let's see what Tobermory has to offer."
Tuesday, July 22, 2008
And then the second thought scurried past, furiously on the heels of the first. Who exactly did the extracting/sucking? How did the chain of events play out on that fateful day?
"Damn! that's a bummer"
"Whoa! Look at the size of his testicles. They look like they're going to explode"
"Do you think...?"
"Well...given that he's a prize stag an'all"
"Yeah the farmer, he ain't gonna be too pleased"
"I have an idea. Does anybody have any straws?"
"What!...you're not actually going to...Jesus man, that's just, just........gay"
"Well the way I figure, if you don't actually swallow..."
I know what I'm going to do. I'm taking a straw to bed with me tonight. Whaat! it's only a tablespoon full.......
Sunday, July 13, 2008
Wednesday, July 9, 2008
'N Wong was Kong
'N Dong work for Yuda,
'N John was wrong"
Every morning I wake up and scratch myself. I'm a man, deal with it. If I am in an especially playful mood, I might even sneak in a quick squeeze or two. It helps me wake up smiling. I like my penis. I have grown quite attached to it. I take good care of it. I take it out often for some fresh air and sunlight and play with it at least once a day. I do right unto it and it does right unto me. I've been told it fits just right in certain places and curves to the left in an oh-so-cute way. This makes me smile. But as much as I love my penis, there's a limit to my adoration and infatuation. For example, I would not pull it out in a public bus and try to introduce it to the nice lady in the window seat. That would just not be cricket. Nor will I attempt idle banter with it while, let's say, I'm examining fresh cucumbers in the local grocery store. See, common sense does prevail.
See, I could've come up with a much more illustrious explanation. For example, I would've clutched at my crotch and exclaimed, "so it wasn't a dream!". I would have then elaborated on how an alien ship had landed on my lawn one night and a group of bare-breasted ET's accosted me while I slept. How they dragged me on to the roof (doing it under the shadow of Orion and all that) and proceeded to have their way with me. Bodies and limbs and appendages merged in a frenzy of mad lust. Afterwards, as we basked in the after-glow and Ursa Major shone her light upon our naked glistening bodies, the bare-breasted aliens rolled me over and proceeded to chalk my member on to the cold hard roof.
"bxtsj tht whsgfh t orught y scl fflabzbn", they chanted as they worked, giggling and jostling each other as their breasts bounced merrily in the starlight. This loosely translated as, 'the fallacy of a flaccid phallus is as false as a fflabzbn'. A Fflabzbn being a mythological creature of their planet much akin to our loved and dearly missed Dodo.
It pays to imaginative...you never know when you'll need it.
Thursday, July 3, 2008
Tuesday, July 1, 2008
A growl in response.
She rocks her head back, eyes closed, daydreams of salaciousness etched across her breasts in a flush of red.
"Do you want to fuck me?"
I growl again, deeper this time. She is toying with me not unlike a cat that pats a broken dying spider. "Or do you want me to suck your cock a little more?"
She collapses on me, her heaving breasts pushing into my chest, her hair cascading across my face and arms like a waterfall of lace...
Saturday, June 28, 2008
Enveloping enclosing in it's tendrils tight.....
Pushed to the ground the shadow's arms around me did surround....
Caressed my skin hot like balm in it's cool embrace I luxuriated randy and calm....
The low frequency sound of thunder grumbled overhead making the ground shudder in unison. The leaves of the large oak tree trembled and huddled together as she continues to run her tongue up and down my rigid cock. She hums in unison with the thunder sending spikes of pleasure plunging deep into my balls. A groan escapes my lips. My knees start to buckle and she moans again.
What is it about blow jobs that fascinates man? what is it about the act of a woman taking a cock into her mouth that causes men to grow harder? is it the sight of your hard cock plunging back and forth between her lips? We are taught at an early age that a penis is dirty. It has but one primary function. We are raised on a constant barrage of warnings and castigations: "wash your penis", "clean your penis", "do not play with your winky Albert, not in front of the nice lady".
Or could it be that for the most part this act requires her to be on her knees? an ultimate act of subjugation and submission. This is the same mouth that tastes so sweet when she kisses you on your lips, the same mouth from which the words "I love you" flows so breathlessly and easily. The same lips that when curved into a smile, lights up her eyes and brightens your day. And yet here she is, muddied and wet, cold and shivering, matted hair wrapped around her neck like a noose, kneeling before you as you overpower her with your manhood, tasting you, sucking you, licking you.
She has this trick where she slurps me into her mouth, clamps her lips tightly at the base and draws back, tugging gently as if to draw my sticky thick cum into her eager mouth. The combined sensation of the tip of my cock tickling the back of her throat together with her pulling action, almost always sends me into paroxysms of pleasure. It is the most incredible feeling and she gets better at it the more often she does it. I like to think that I have power over her. That I can resist her administrations, that I will cum only when I want to.
Lightning flashed again, electric sheets snapping across the sky. Thunder clapped in approval at the display and the trees bent and swayed to the concert. The power of nature acted out in it's all glory, her stage this vast universe. But below on this sodden earth, two figures gyrate and twist in a lecherous dance for power. My knees tighten and buckle at the same time. She grins up at me in the falling rain. She knows that I almost climaxed. Almost spurted my cum into her waiting mouth, the creamy fluid sloshing against her cheeks, coating her tongue. She knows I cannot resist her if she wanted her own way. She is aware that even kneeling before me, I am at her mercy when her soft tongue flickers across the sensitive head of my cock, teeth that tug at the loose foreskin, lips that tighten around the base.
She rocks back on her haunches, a grin curling her lips. I bring my hand down across her cheek. And even as her head snaps sideways, her long hair whipping like a tail, I hear her laugh in the darkness. It has only just begun...
Friday, June 27, 2008
Die Eier von Satan
Eine halbe Tasse Staubzucker
Ein Viertel Teelöffel Salz
Eine Messerspitze türkisches Haschisch
Ein halbes Pfund Butter
Ein Teelöffel Vanillenzucker
Ein halbes Pfund Mehl
Einhundertfünfzig Gramm gemahlene Nüsse
Ein wenig extra Staubzucker
... und keine Eier
In eine Schüssel geben
Gemahlene Nüsse zugeben und
Den Teig verkneten
Augenballgroße Stücke vom Teig formen
Im Staubzucker wälzen und
Sagt die Zauberwörter
Simsalbimbamba Saladu Saladim
Auf ein gefettetes Backblech legen und
Bei zweihundert Grad für fünfzehn Minuten backen und
Sunday, June 22, 2008
Friday, June 20, 2008
Looking down at the top of her head,her hair shimmering in the sun pouring in from the open door to my right. Her fingers casually stroking my soaked balls and her full lips wrapped around my erect cock. Her eyes half closed...
Thursday, June 19, 2008
I LOVE BREASTS
I love watching Breasts bounce.I smile at the way the top of a woman's Breasts jiggle happily under a tight braI enjoy watching a woman's Breasts sway under a soft blouse.
I love to fondle BreastsI love to squeeze BreastsI love to grope.I love to suckle, and I certainly like to bite them.
I like to reach down while she's between my knees, so I can roll her nipples between my thumb and forefinger and pinch them so I can hear her sharp intake of breath.
Tuesday, June 17, 2008
I walk up to her, squinting against the falling drops, grinning at her frivolous enthusiasm to catch her mid-spin. She laughs, child-like, infectious - a playful spirit dances in her eyes. She slumps against me. Her soft breasts push against my chest and she wraps her arms around my neck. Our lips touch, she opens hers ever so slightly - an invitation, and I flick my tongue into her mouth. Electric sparks ignite as our tongues seek each other with urgency, water flowing past the corners of our mouths. Surrounded by the the drone of the rain striking the roof and trees we allow our tongues to dance, our hands to wander. I run my hands down her back even as my tongue seeks further inside her mouth. I slide my hands down to cup her buttocks through the soaked cloth. My fingers probe the recess of her buttocks slipping with abandoned ease into the hot crevice of her cunt. Our lips mash together with the urgency of our kiss and I feel her fingers lock into my hair, pulling my face harder towards hers. Deeper yet my finger slips, working it's way into her already slippery sex. I grind my hips into her rubbing my stiffening cock against her crotch.
Finally we break apart, gasping for breath. My hands are on her breasts and I squeeze them roughly, desperately seeking for her nipples beneath the slippery blouse. She pushes away from me and drops to her knees, her knees splashing onto the saturated earth. Eager hands fumble with my belt, the buttons, finally pulling down the waistband to reach in and draw out my hard member. Her wet hands make me shiver and my cock trembles inside her fist, slippery as a fish. She looks up at me. She is a spectral shade, a supplicant about to receive the holy spirit. Her eyes are as bright as stars and as wicked as a pixie in a wild English garden. Brimming with passion and filled with a dark urgency, she blinks rapidly in the falling rain, her long eye lashes glistening in the muted light. She extends her tongue, so pink in the inky darkness, places my cock on it as if to accept the Host, closes her lips around the head and slides it into her warm mouth with a soft sucking sound...
Monday, June 16, 2008
Thursday, June 12, 2008
(June 12, 2006)
Sunday, June 8, 2008
Monday, June 2, 2008
Sunday, June 1, 2008
Saturday, May 31, 2008
Monday, May 26, 2008
She snared me much the same way. She laid out her designs and waited for that moment when I wandered in. It was futile to resist. Every night I fall asleep to the rhythm of her breathing and the fine hairs tickling my nose. Every morning I stir awake to her soft whispers off "I love you" and she will scream each time she sees a spider crawl along the wall or scuttle across the ceiling.
Friday, May 23, 2008
Thursday, May 22, 2008
"Puh-puh-lease", she implored.
He stood up and she heard the jangle of his belt buckle. She twisted her head to look up at him and she finally got a glimpse of her tormentor. His face was hidden behind a hood. His breath steamed out like phantasms in the early morning light. He had his rigid cock in his hand which he stroked lightly as he gazed down on her dirty form at his feet. He prodded her ribs with his dirty boot rather like poking at a cowering dog. He seemed to enjoy having her this way. He grunted. The rain came down in stinging torrents as she cried out again louder this time but even in her anguish she knew no one could hear her. Her nearest neighbor was almost two kilometres away. Slowly he sank to his knees in front of her. His silence scared her even more than if he had spoken. He reached out and lifted her head from the muddied puddle by her hair and locked his eyes with hers. He could not tell if she was crying, the rain obscuring her tears, running tracks down her cheeks. Suddenly and without warning, he tugged her head towards him and shoved her lips over the tip of his cock. She gagged and screamed again, but this time her scream was snuffed by his cock penetrated her mouth and down her throat. Again and again he lunged forward pulling her head into him. But in the midst of the ferocious assault, as this dark strangers hard member raped her mouth and her spittle drooled out to mix with her tears running down her chin, there was something familiar. Something about his taste, his size, his smell, the way his fingers coiled about her hair. Motions brought memories gurgling to the surface just like the bubbles popping at the corners of her mouth.
And the stranger growled, low and deep. And in the timbre of that primal sound it carried the designs of what was going to be an excellent start to a day of sadistic daydreams that were now to be a reality........
Tuesday, May 20, 2008
Nothing was familiar or remotely routine. I was lost in a city of millions. Surrounded by new faces, smells and sights, unfamiliar with the way things worked, I absorbed the world around me like a sponge. Which way did the streets run, what colour the currency? different culture, different weather. Everything and everyone seemed alien and cold and hospitable at the same time. Insecurity and fear ruled my waking hours, crowded my dreams at night. Like a frightened animal caught in a trap.
I remember, even to this day how alone, abandoned and afraid I used to feel as voices were raised and words flew through the air like arrows to sting the heart with poisoned barbs. Desperation weighted me down, Hopelessness suffocated me. Over time the wounds festered into resentment and hate. Poisoned barbs turned into maces and an union was felled forever.
Yesterday I looked into a mirror. It was her face. 20 years were stripped away in an instant and I saw the utter desolation and fear reflected back. I saw the abandonment contort her features. The sadness wrenched her face like jagged edges of torn photographs and most of all I heard in her voice the consummate weight of a life of heavy sorrows come crashing down. And I hated myself for that. I made a promise once. But with the harshness of a few thoughtless words and raised voices I destroyed that promise. I was supposed to ease her burdens, lift her spirits, place a smile on her lips and repair her spirit. Instead, due to irresponsible desire to have things my way, I hurt the one that I love. I crushed her spirit with heedless actions. I ripped away her beautiful smile and drew tears from her sparkling eyes. Tears that extinguished the bright flame that burned so steadily.
I do not know what caused me to become so angry with her. All I wanted was to do make her happy. And yet unthinkingly emotions were twisted into a grotesque mask that spewed angry words. In one weak moment, I relinquished control to the demon that has always lurked within. It was only for a fleeting instant, but it was an instant too long and damage was done before it could be caged again. I have much work to do, to repair the broken chains that were in place to bind it - repair her broken spirit. I may not have a past-it was left behind, buried in the horrors of a malignant war. But I have a future with her. I will glue together the fine porcelain that was shattered, smooth over the cracks and build my past, today, with her.
I Love You Lea, My Precious, My First.
I am sorry
but I remain forever
Friday, May 9, 2008
~Edgar Allan Poe (1809-1849)
Is it really a dream? will I roll over and suddenly the sequences will change? gone will be her caress, her warmth, her giggles, her voice, her eyes. I shudder to even think off it. Icy tendrils coil around my heart, even as these words scribble across the page. I never thought I could live with another person again. I don't think I could live without her. Yes, I would be the first to recognize the cliché. As banal as it may sound, I cannot imagine a day without her touch. She called for me and I answered. This is what she claims. On this second swing around the sun since that fateful comment, how many orbits has she made around my heart I wonder. How long did our lives circle each other like distant galaxies, lonely amongst a billion souls before words such as this caused a perpetual motion of inescapable inevitability. Impact was not an option. When two hearts collide new life is born.
A new journey has begun. There are no maps, no rules, no guides. We have cast off on sails scarred from previous experiences, the fabric as bright as a mosaic, each shade, each matrix a remnant of our memories that has stitched together the canvas. Only a compass of love and devotion points the way from this moment onwards. I the Captain, she the mate. Let these seas be less tempestuous, the winds strong and sure. Sirens sing your songs, this mariner will never sway.