BENDER FUMES.
Dear Reid,
I woke up
tasting you in my mouth today, the rays of the sun all over my bedroom and your
scent all around me as vivid as it was in my sweet dreams. I had a long stretch
curling over the comforter as I smile deliriously. How stupid you still make
me, how weak and strong you sway me. Am your fool.
I have joy
in my eyes when I think of you and your voice has saved me from the doors of my
own hell. The bond that travels through my body when we touch assures me you
are my destiny and if it isn’t so, I shall labor all days of my life to make it
so. Am your mate. (pun intended)
I found
one of those pretty tiny metallic car parts that you see when you are walking
through a garage area; it’s a perfect sphere babe. Like a ball of silver. I got
home and washed it and I placed it near my desk where you shall collect it. Let
its perfection and beauty remind you of how my eyes see you. Am your worshipper.
You chose
to give me love and happiness as opposed to all the arguments, fears and
discomforts I had once or twice confused for love. You make me grow and fly,
your words bring warmth and laughter. Am yours to keep.
Your big
heart that loves like a child makes me melt in bliss. Your long beautiful bushy hair
that smells of marijuana and sweet lavender, your smile that might probably
bring world peace are the least of my reasons to be here. Am your lover.
Finally sweet
mind, your compassionate mega intelligent brain that offers me orgasmic
conversations and ideas that keep me up all night; you befog me. You are the
reason I read. Am your obsesser.
P.s I want you to be the last woman I say ‘I LOVE YOU
TO.’
A lovely day to you.
Sin Cera, Immah.
That my dear readers is what I wish we would go back
to or at least start for most of us :-) . So
shallow are those chats we have become accustomed to:
Hey,
How are you?
How was your day?
What are you doing?
What did you do?
How is she?
Are you sleeping?
NKT!
You get what you give…
Do something
special for your ‘other’ and let them feel extraordinary today.
If your low on the actual words, do something else to
make today different. If nikubaya, hala at your girl the writing mojo is back.
:-) #Fireworks #Gunshoots #Bazooka #PushingIt.
#Bye
Good day.
I know those annoying perfunctory questions ...we need to get back to the beginning. I am inspired . Loved this piece!
ReplyDeleteLet me see what you come up with,another bed time story for tonight. yay!
ReplyDeleteI love it.i love you!
ReplyDeleteWithout wax. Nice.
ReplyDeleteWho is this? I like to know a person who knows 'sin cera'. much appreciated. :-)
DeleteGifted ur ! Mmh honest stonworkers wonder is thy were stoned at times (pun intended) lets get romance bk in our communication style 8-)its kinda dull;(
Delete