Blowing Kisses To You Babe... Forever Our WORD Our WORLD...


I write to you as the evening shadows draw close, with the tang of fog upon my breath, the very first of this season. It had been an unlikely Spring thought till last week, innocent of sweaters and woolen socks and as I wrap my shawl a little closer, I feel your arms about me as you fill every waking thought and every sleeping hour... My Dream.

Awaken with Me and let Our warm entanglement fill the fresh scented sheets, already waiting for you to be back.

It has always been like this, though I never let you know of the waiting. The first time I talked to you, on those typed pages, under the cloak of names artfully chosen, moments became minutes and minutes gathered to hours. When we could talk no more, I was yearning, restless, and loath to admit it.

As I talked to you for days that spilled into weeks, at first of us, was either of us tremulous, unsure, as a spider thread launched into the breeze?  I found in you my soul foundation... an anchor. You would talk to me of this and that, I would speak with you of that and this, of a pompous colleague or of a some something driven... gone amok, of the impending marriage in "your neighborhood", an art exhibition where a watercolor made you think of me as you dwell inside of me... dwelling inside of you. I would laugh, you would laugh, and at times find some time to be serious.



Darling than the clashes came... which I would prefer had never arrived...Those were pretty dark times and you remained my only sunshine. I wanted us... not a day I did not love you want you and ache to be near you.  Often, there were days that I shut the windows of my soul.


We changed our "connections" and there was left to us fewer wayS for you to reach me, for me to reach you, and the phone calls, and the other attempts... the snail deliveries... but WE NEVER COULD CLOSE THE WINDOW TO OUR SOULS... and OUR LOVE REMAINING TRUE... It was from your latest birthday, when I opened my e-mail, your words were the first I saw: you made sure I knew you were Mine.

Demigiozia Demigiozia
6 Responses Feb 26, 2010

I appreciate You!<br />
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I appreciate Your VAST DEPTH of LIFE... and too therein of WRITING... of PROSE thereof as well.<br />
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I am HONORED to HOLD YOUR GRACIOUS TITLE: "my poetic Godess!"<br />
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t.y.<br />
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((spins you as we dance))<br />
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YOU seem like someone Who loves for Me to spin ya... hmm Babe?<br />
Love for this poet to spin You sissy... <br />
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Not a question

What a beautiful, erotic letter. You truly have the soul of a poet- I curtsy deeply to you my poetic Godesss!

...mmm, and yes, I ADORE the KISSING Woman

You have become my spirit and my essence, <br />
my joy and temptation, the answer to fervent prayers whispered with knowing their fulfillment<br />
must be us. <br />
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I revel in the freedom of the enclosure of your arms, the way I am beautiful to you in the mornings without running even a comb through my hair. lol, though I often will... groom pleasingly to you darling! :P<br />
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And through the times before WE became us,<br />
what won me over was the way you somehow knew when to hold me close <br />
and when to let me be. AND how You learned more of this affection... this attention to my needs... and likewise I learn about you... giving each other fulfilment. <br />
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Especially when wrought at times, here, there, out by a stampede of emotions ...<br />
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In those yesteryears if either would go off for long, <br />
were they not the most lonely walks and return with tear stained eyes,<br />
tears you and I knew to be of indecision, frustration, and helplessness, <br />
shed for something else... interfering with WHO WE ARE... <br />
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I would always come back to find you pruning the roses or setting the hope again with me of more for us than the calamity than the distance and at times I imagine you simply lying back on the rocking chair under the porch with a kitten in your lap... at Our HOME... the ONE IN OUR SOULS... <br />
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You will look up, your eyes tranquil, secure and shining with warm, undemanding affection, without the slightest hint of enquiry... into MINE someday soon... that last FOREVER... as WE create Our HOME... Our LIFE... AND REMAIN HANDinHAND... Such WONDERFUL Lovers in Our LIFE PARTNERSHIP of ETERNAL PASSION...

Through those months of waiting, <br />
Through those years of becoming... redirecting... to FIND us... <br />
whether for the axe to fall or for happiness to strike Who did know, <br />
it was your voice that pulled me through and the tug of Our Love's fingers. <br />
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I felt YOU in EVERY DREAM... holding Me... Your HANDS in MY Own...<br />
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When I see the two of us together, somtimes playful with your hair and your impish grins mirror mine, I am happy I made the decision to be part of your life and to make you a part of mine. Though WE are so much more...