The Hows, Whys and Whats of Missing You

You Healed Me

My world had become an endless compilation of days upon nights.

My days busy doing the bidding of others. My nights spent contemplating a love I knew would never come.

I shared nor desired the company of another forced into the contentment of solitude.

I had suffered at the hands of so many that I camouflaged my heart and soul to appear as though I possessed neither.

We met by chance; photos and words caught our eyes. A conversation changed our paths.

Beneath your red baseball cap peered eyes that saw into my very soul.

In the light, your stare caused me to redden with blush.

Length of time had no bearing on your care of me. Your lack of flash endeared you more to me.

An inaudible herald announced the advent of love. We discovered that love in its entirety when we first joined.

Our bodies fit precisely together with nothing separating you from me,...

Made For Me

Possessor of the willingness to love me the way I need. XY who could not pass judgement nor prescribe a sentence of punishment for my infractions. Deep thinker whose thoughts rarely stray away from me. Owner of a body that causes me to break out in a sweat whenever I direct my optics toward his male physique. Master of an energy level that makes me to lose my breath when we are joined as one. Jester who causes me to laugh so hard that my sides hurt and I am unable to breathe. Supporter of any decision I may elect to act upon; right, wrong or indifferent he has my back. Teacher of patience, tolerance and understanding Lion tamer who has the skills to keep me in check for my own good. Fierce protector armed with the ability to keep me safe and beyond secure. Daddy that spoils me by showering me with millions of kisses and smiles. Sir treats me as a precious flower, preventing even one petal from releasing and descending into the world of the discarded. How was I B...

How Does It Feel

The Hows, Whys and Whats of Missing You

 How can it be that your absence is felt so keenly within my soul?

Why do I feel your hands upon my body but you are nowhere to be found in the flesh?

What do I do with the empty feeling I have when I am alone?

How is it that my eyes water at the thought of how tenderly you love me?

Why does time seem to drag along carrying the load of the years as I await your arrival?

What can be done to remedy the chill I feel when I lay in our bed sans you?

How is it that my entire world seems to be spinning furiously out of control when I face it in solitude?

Why do I need to inhale the scent of your cologne upon your shirt to derive comfort from my pain?

What can I depend upon in my hour of need?

How, Why and What makes all this happen? It is because I miss you. These are the Hows, Whys and Whats that construct my life without you.

You Will Never Know Why...

A Woman Well Loved

What If You...

James...what if you find yourself face to face with the woman who has shared your slumber filled dreams?

James...what if you learn of a woman who is willing to use hammer and nail to stand side by side with you to build your gazebo on the lake?

James...what if you heard a throaty and confident voice that you just can't seem to get out of your head?

James...what if you saw a pair of lithe and long legs walking toward you with a strut of determination headed straight for your heart?

James...what if you discovered a heart open and wanting to love and to be loved ?

James...what if you shared hours of long stimulating conversations, laughs and long electric silences with your intellectual equal?

James...what if you and a lady shared a natural affinity for the soul stirring music of this world?

James...what if you are unreservedly  gifted with a woman's body to do what is plea...

#IKINDAMISS

#IKINDAMISS your jealousy routine.

#IKINDAMISS knowing you drive down my street in the night.

#IKINDAMISS those rare occasions when you have kissed me until I was breathless.

#IKINDAMISS being inspired by the contents of your heart.

#IKINDAMISS that hunger for you to make love to me; using your hands, mouth, and manhood.

#IKINDAMISS there are days, overall, that I miss the things that make you...you.

He Made Me Feel Safe

From the moment I saw the headlights of the HD...he made me feel safe. 

 Long after our eyes made contact...he made me feel safe.

As I placed my trust, well being and security within his hands...he made me feel safe.

While he expertly adjusted and fastened my cerebral covering...he made me feel safe.

Even as his touch seared my flesh...he made me feel safe.

As the carnal low voltage escalated into high...he made me feel safe.

If I had to explain why I freely gave myself to him, that would be simple...he made me feel safe.

You And Your