One more time

Just some random thoughts that need some space.... driving home last night I was thinking about how his love is healing. He's witnessing, validating, and pouring back into me. My actions, hobbies, interests aren't just novel to him. He sees me and loves me....not to change me but to love me.

I just need to write; no reason this shouldn't be captured and released to the journal entry. ..................... In the stillness I can feel your breath on my skin The vibration of your voice The drive home was full of distractions. e echoes of desire; a wonderous replay images and combined with waves of pleasure remembered from the night. The gentle kisses making way for the deep passionate caresses Clothes ending up in piles on the floor; What was yours and mine got mixed a beautiful foreshadow to the events that unfolded We became like those piles on the floor melding together. The taste of you lingering on my tongue and lips leaving me hungrier for more The sensations building needing release Warm, wet, aching. I must get home.