I have this love for a woman. She moves my heart in ways I might never imagine. I knew this might be the case, when a few years ago, we were fortunate to see each other again. It has been since that day, my life has felt renewed.
I think sometimes people might choose to delay their satisfaction with life, based upon societal purpose. I know that she would rather I didn’t bring that reality up, yet, I cannot help myself, for she moves me and I am left with a wonder always.
Being a man there are certain pleasures I count on. I do enjoy the passion of physical touch, the energy, the unbridled release of finding her triggers and enhancing her desire to reach further. She has given me such opportunity to know her in a deeper level than any woman I have encountered or shared time with in my entire life.
There is a definitive nature of realism in our intimate life. We both know the consequence of our desires and passion. Yet, we also understand there is a psychic bond to our desire to find one another’s pulse in the act of lovemaking. To be without that desire or need to find each other, is sometimes rattling to me, as I am sure it is with her. But we have lives that prevent our love from becoming a forever in each other’s eyes. In other words, we are not always in each other’s arms, and we are left with memory and fantasy instead.
Tonight I write in wonder, I give my page the words that are in my mind that I think about on a constant basis. I also want to acknowledge the psychic energy we share with one another. Today I was out in public, writing, sipping coffee, and trying to imagine where she might be. I believe we were close by one another. I also believe tonight as I finish this commentary we are in each other’s mind, for she has been in mine since my every waking moment.
I choose to respond to the psychic nature of love and trust its well-being is meant to preserve what is true in our lives.