The Lover

The Lover

Writing is the neglected Lover who calls me away from a stifling my 13 hour workdays.  It is the hunger that demands to be fed.  The passion that must be satisfied.

The dilemma: money vs. true love.  I need the money but I must feed my soul.  Only when I answer the voice of my muse am I truly engaged in this life.

My fervor is akin to amusing myself with dilettantes whilst the face of my Lover is ever before me.  The Lover is the orgasm I seek on a nightly basis.

I feel his long slender fingers playing over my body like the keyboard on a piano.

The music he produces brings an exotic mixture of pain and ecstasy.  It’s an addiction that dominates my mind, soul, spirit and body.  A craving only he can satisfy.

Only his lean taut body, his touch can bring me to spiritually fulfilling orgasmic pleasure when after hours of lovemaking I lock my legs around his torso in those final eternal moments of sensual paradise.

Sometimes he comes to me on the wings of a night bird. A beautiful dark & twisted fantasy.  A Midnight Dream so real you’ve only exchanged one dimension for another.  Whilst the full moon reigns I pass through many long and varied portals.  I taste the sounds of evening on your lips.  Feel the words slipping through fingers.  The crested muse rides the galactic wave gliding silently o’er my cerebral universe seeking a docking station whereby I may be subsumed into His flesh.

Souls Intertwined

Souls Intertwined

Today is the day we graduate from the school of hard knocks, cast aside fear and tell that special someone we Love them.  Life is short, so let us break free from the prison of fear and hold tight to those who love us.  Now is the time for hugs & kisses.  Now is the time for consummation of a love long sought & desired.  My beloved Dad had a saying, “He who hesitates is lost”.  How long will we deny the Blessing that God has put before us afraid to take that leap of faith?  Only realizing our mistake when you see God’s blessing in another’s arms.

My girlfriend’s death has made me more serious about my relationship with God and with people.  It’s time for me to stop being afraid to share my feelings with those I love be they family or friends.  The love of money and material things is the root of loneliness.  Can we put our arms around money?  Can it hug us and speak life to us in times of despair?  Will money warm our beds at night? Will money celebrate our joys and comfort us in times of grief. No.  Only another human being can do that.  So what are we all waiting for? What is our relationship with God but our lives shared and intertwined.

The Awakening has come!  Our Redeemer has come and we are saved.

We’ve through off the yoke of suppression!  Our souls begin to arise and join one another in complete harmony.  Exalting with each soulful eye gaze. Lips grazing up cheeks.  Smooth manicured brown hands imbuing the memory facial feature. Long narrow fingers playing my body like an instrument.

Love and Joy are the rays of light at the end of a dark and winding roadway. Joy overcomes our sorrow with the promise of a rainbow after the storm.