You spoke to me of dreams

I dream of being in bed with you baby, of seeing your face come close to me as you kiss me.

I dream of your kisses, your lips on me. Of your hands, arms, your strength surrounding me.

I dream of letting go in your arms and knowing that you will be there, hold me, catch me, torture me.

I dream of your voice, your words as they push me to the edge and then your free fall with me.

I dream of a night full of loving, exhausted sleep and a dawn of more.

I dream of sleeping in your arms, listening to you breath, feeling your warmth.

I dream of wrapping my arms around you, holding you close, loving you more.

I dream of all of you, head to toe, front, back and in between.

But, mostly baby, I just dream of you.

I close my eyes and envision this:

A dream of reality or what my mind makes of it.

I dreamed of you last night.

I woke with a pillow in my arms and a smile on my face.

You in my mind.

Then I was a little upset, I realized it was just a dream.

I am consoled with the knowledge that you too sleep and wake in the same manner.

With a desire to sleep and wake and hold and are as unable to as I.

Part of me smiles at that.

If I suffer, so do you.

You maybe more.

Nag, Nag, Nag...

I want you to cum for me, so good that you have to catch your breath.

I want you to break out in a sweat.

I want to see your face as you cum, to feel you explode inside of me.

I want to hear you shout my name as you do so.

I want that and more, so much more.

I want you to kiss me tenderly as you ram into me.

I want to be taken slowly then hard and fast.

I want to cum for you so long and hard you are covered with it.

I want it to drip down between my legs onto you.

I want to smell our musk and remember what we did to get like that

More?

What I did not know

It isn't easy feeling for you what I do and not being able to see you everyday. There are times when I would give anything just to be able to look at you, touch you, or to feel your arms surround me. For me to hold you close to me. If only for a few minutes. I feel incomplete, like a part of me is missing when we are not together. I know that right now, this is how things must be. That knowledge does not make it easier. Everyday just reminds me of the joy you have brought to my life, that joy is missing right now. So, don't think that I do not feel for you.
I am thinking of you. I am counting every minute until we are together again. We have come this far, and still here we are. But, I regret some moments and I wish I had a do over button to make them better. I forgot, when we were together last, I forgot. I did not realize that you were leaving the next day, that I would not see you again for four months. And when I did,you have no idea how much I berated myself! How badly I wanted to be with you one more time, one more moment, one more kiss, caress, one more look upon your face.

There are times when I wake, with those thoughts flowing through my mind. When regret is a very sour taste in my mouth. I will live everyday fully and give my everyday as if it were my last. This I promise. So last night, after I despaired for being so abruptly cut off, I thanked the Lord because I saw you, heard you, and shared with you. One more day baby, one less day to wait.
I want to open the door to your presence, know you are home. I want to lay beside you as you rest your head on the pillow I hug when you are gone and know it carries your scent. When you are here, I cherish every moment we are together and treasure the moments we share when we are apart. I replay the words you have said to me. I hear your words and listen to them. I do not want to stifle you, push you, force you. I do not think I can. Sorry, I don't know where this came from...most likely frustration. I keep dreaming of the day you come home. I want to feel you here,with me. I want to spend sleepless nights and tired days with you. I want to know that soreness again.

Keep yourself well baby, you matter to me, so very much.

The Bouquet

She received flowers for the first time in her life from the man who has become so much to her. She had gotten flowers before, but never roses,never delivered. She felt like a young girl again, getting flowers from a special boy; one of those things you cross off your list. She cried and laughed at the same time, both were joyful. And when she thanked him, she wanted to share herself with him and she did.

They have found each other through miles and miles of distance. They have shared hope, joy and love through those miles. She has learned his body and his desires through the same distance, he has learned her. They have kissed and caressed with their words and voices.

I know his face and his hands. I know what he likes and wants. I know his way of making love. I know what makes him laugh and what he takes seriously.. I know he will be kind and gentle yet forceful and dedicated. I know he will bring me to the edge time and time again until he is ready for me to let go, all at his words.

My World

Give me a smile,
I will give you a kiss.

Give me a hand,
I will give you a caress.

Give me your body,
I will give you release.

Give me a day,
I will give you a dream.

Give me your heart,
I will give you my world.

Bella (04/09/2009)

And you heard me say AAHHH....

The phone rang and it was you.
You were thinking of me, as I of you.
Miles and miles in separation.
Yet, my heart is filled with elation.

And in that short and sweet conversation.
you made me smile, laugh in realization.
That although you may be far.
Right here, next to me is where you are....

Aaaahhhhh... ;-D