Hearts will shiver, thighs will quiver...this man is a giver.
My boyfriend is better than yours, simply because he's mine. I digress...let me tell you of this magic man that has ignited fire so deep within me, so intense that I'm a trembling excited mess every time he's near....read on if you care...
I've struggled, deeply. My struggle has broken me.. It's devoured me and made me feel as if I'd
never be the same again, that much is true. I am no longer the person I used to
be. It's not necessarily a bad
thing. I've come so far in learning to
love myself, and who I am and what I can handle. I've lost, made mistakes, grown and done
everything in between.
My struggle is not who defines me,
it's only a shadow of who I am. A
fraction, a moment in the existence of my life.
There are many moments, however that mean something to me. Meeting him, is one of those very moments, and
what I honestly believe my struggle to be all for. Everything I've endured in this life, every
mistake I've made, and every tear I've cried has led me to him.
I'm blessed beyond measure with a
man who can only exceed my expectations of what I could wish for. He, to me is perfect, and he is my
reward. Loving him, and taking care of
him could only be an honor and something I could have only dreamed up. He is my
prince charming and he rode in on his white steed and whisked me away from my
pain and into a dreamlike state of passion and love.
This man is tall, and strong. His eyes are blue and soft, glistening with the
traces of melancholy and hopeful optimism. They're lined with lashes that
extend to the sky, and they look at me and sparkle with love and
happiness. His hair is thick and soft, a
golden shade of blonde that glistens in the sunlight...it's well groomed and
neat, as his appearance is tidy, and well kept.
His smile is something that lights
up my very existence. It's slightly
perfect, and his thick luscious lips open wide, revealing his white teeth and
sometimes a tip of his tongue if he's in laughter. His chest is modest, yet muscular, and softly
lined with hair that is not offensive or too covering of the curve of his
breast. His hands, are delicately large.
Slim, long fingers, and wide palms, that gently yet strongly grab my face each
time we kiss, the hands that comfort me, stroke my hair, the ones connected to
the perfect pair of arms, that hold me ever so gently.
Physically, to me, he is ideal,
obviously. Mentally, he is even
more. His personality lights the fire in
me. We connect in a very real way, as if
we've known each other for our entire lives.
Our thoughts are the same, and being like minded is such a wonderful
feeling.
We laugh together, he's smart, he
listens, and he actually hears me. I've
learned more about love, and I'm talking true down and dirty honest love, in
the two short months we've been seeing each other, that I can only imagine what
is to come. He's the man I want to live with, cook with, grow with, learn from,
dance with in the moonlight, go on adventures with, start a family with. He's my missing puzzle piece and every part
of him fits me. He knows everything about me, and my past and my hopes and dreams, and struggles, and he accepts me. He appreciated me at my worst, loved me, and continues to prove how amazing he is by treating me with such love and respect and supporting me, it's simply magical to be accepted, and loved for just being you!
I've been so wrapped up in love I
cannot even put into words what it feels like, because it's something I've
never known. I've never felt something so earth shatteringly real. When he kissed me, the first time, we were a
little buzzed after a night of nervously drinking on our first date, to which
he immediately asked for a second; the next day. It was an excited relieved overzealous kiss
on both our parts. However, the next
day, we had our second date, to which he introduced me to his closest friends,
to my surprise and excitement. After a
wonderful time, he took me home and we had nervous conversation until he
left. Then he kissed me... Our first,
sober real kiss, not full of drunken excitement. He grabbed me close, came in slow and when
his lips touched mine, they were so soft and sweet, and they fit. He kissed me slow and deeply, and it was long
and loving and sweet, and instantly my heart leaped in my chest. It was then, in that moment when our lips fit
together, and the soft magic exploded between them, I knew, I knew they were
the last lips I'd ever kiss.
And since then, I've kissed those
lips many times, and every single time, I get that magic. When he holds my hand, I get that magic. He ignites something so deep within me, I never even knew it was there. And each day, I fall more and more in love
with him. He is what I want, what I've
always hoped for, and I only see him, all day, every day, us and nothing else.
When we make love it's something so
special. I am completely enveloped in him.
I'm lost in his arms and his kiss, it's a passion so deep that's burned
for so long, it's something so hard to handle, yet so pleasurable and surreal.
He looks deep into my eyes, and I into his. Those soft blues scan the inches of my body
as his hands follow each curve and edge.
Exploring, caressing, kissing. It's
love, it's soft and new and intense.
His hands explore my body his eyes
focused on me, he kisses me, and then I lose myself completely in his arms and
it is until the explosions in my chest calm, and the quivering between my wet
thighs have subsided that I open my eyes to realize where I am and where I've
just came from. I open my eyes to be met
with his, slightly smiling at me, then he kisses me deeply as I calm my shaking
body, his hand slides out from my legs and he moves slowly to caress my breasts
and kiss them delicately. He grabs me,
pull me close and then it's him surrounding me holding me, and coming into me
so swiftly as he watches my every muscle in my face shiver with delight. Slow and steadily, he goes deep within me as
he lays himself down to kiss me, and hold me completely. I'm still trembling from the moments before,
and quickly he brings me back. His face
tightens then softens with pleasurable release as we come together.
Sometimes there's passion filled
laughter afterwards, sometimes its kisses followed by my giggles, sometimes
it's us quietly taking in what we feel and what the other is feeling, silently
laying in our release and love and admiration of each other in that very raw
and intimate moment, and mostly it's a mixture of them all, and sometimes if
I'm lucky it's round two, or three....
Boisterous laughter bellows from
within me when we wake up in the morning, kissing cuddling, playing,
joking. It's the absolute best
feeling in the world, and it's love, pure and simple, and raging.
It's a safe sensuality he brings me,
a safe area for me to be, to speak, to feel.
I feel as though I have him by my side, nothing can get me down. He is the man I've dreamed of, prayed for,
and come to. I've never thought such
passion could come from me. I never
thought I could love anyone. I never
thought anyone would ever love me...as no one ever has. No one has ever loved me, truthfully,
actually loved me.
This man loves me, I feel it down to
the core of my being. I love him so. A
thousand times yes will I say to him I'll stay.
He makes me safe, and there's no place I'd rather be, than lying in his
arms, walking by his side, and being completely surrounded my him. He can swallow my life whole and I'll drown
in those soft blue eyes of his, and never look back.
He is my other half, and there is
nothing that can convince me otherwise.
How in only two short months can two people develop such magic? Such fiery
passion? I dare not question. I'm only
here to feel and enjoy what moments I have with this man, and the future he's
promised will come, but it is today that I have, today that I know, and I know
one thing....
...Today, his lips are mine.
