Always.....

Giving and Receiving, oil on canvas, 8x8 inches, 2019

Nothing feels better than the warmth of your touch.

This is a very open love letter to the one embedded deep in my heart.

Love

You are my obsession, I see your words /your face... My heart pounds and I feel calm, I feel perfect and right..... You are my addiction, I crave and need, in in those moments after our interactions I need, crave, my desire grows, so much I shake, you are powerful.

Don't ever feel you aren't strong, because i beg to differ.

You are my moon, my moonlight.

Why?

I look at the moon I feel calm, it's reflective light bathing us comforting.

I look up at the moon the same time as you and no matter our paths, no matter the distance, we are looking and loving the same thing.

Only you are my moon..my comfort, my inspiration. You are my light when all I see is dark, when I'm bright, you reflect my light, spread it farther than I ever could alone.

You speak to my heart, understand me in ways many could not, even when I don't understand myself you somehow find what it is I can't voice.

You take every part of my intensity, even though I know it's one of my biggest issues, you accept all my faults, the moments when I know it's my past trust /abandonment issues taking, and even when hard, with tears in your eyes, you not only handle me, but love me more.

I didn't have to learn to love you, and that is why it's so easy to love you.

The faults you carry, you know I don't see them as such, never have.

Thank you for your light.

Your love.

Your glow upon my life.

Ache....

Hard to describe the ache I carry for you.

I remember when it started, it was when I heard your voice for the first time, saw your eyes, felt your energy, that it began to bloom.

Felt like a slight burn from touching a hot pot from the stove.... It registered differently in me, pushed away things I felt and was definitely new.

Now..... It's something different.

It's an obsession, a craving powerful in scope.

You invade my thoughts, my body reacts like I need a nicotine fix, I physically quiver at the thought of you.

I know every curve, every speck of color in your eyes, your voice fills my head long after you speak, it's the only music I want to play.

I yearn for your touch, for your caress, I want to feel your fingers trailing my skin, your nails tearing into my flesh, I crave you invading my space, playing with my beard.

I need to touch.... I need to rip the clothes from your body and I need to tear you open.

I want to bruise you, hear your screams, I want to use every bit of you up, breathe in your air as I'm making your heart pound faster and harder.

I want to devour your body, pull you apart, get lost in your soul, feel your heart beating against mine as I dig into your darkness and the part of you that's only for me.

My ache decreases with every intimate stroke, filling you deep inside, every whisper, every sound.... Mine... Feeding I take.... I build... I consume you until the air is nothing but ash.....

Even as I slump into exhaustion, my lips full of your taste, my tongue savoring the salt of your skin.... As I feel myself running out of you and down your thigh.....

My ache begins to build again.

I crave you already....

Everywhere I turn, I look for you.

Some days the moon doesn't line up perfectly. Maybe it's the actions I've taken and it is bad timing.

Maybe it's at a tricky angle and it wasn't able to shine that moment.

Don't give up.

There are always other nights.

I had no idea of thirst until I met you.

The true longing of just your taste.

I grasp a fraction of your scent, I feel my skin flushing, crimson spreading.

Heart beating so hard, I feel It will inevitably break through my ribs.

How can my mind have so many thoughts, flying so dangerously fast, yet with razor precision my focus is on you.

I ache.

I lay erect, lost in worlds sleep and wake.

No matter my status, I see you, want you.

Oh do I want.....