A Thousand and One Kisses.

I remember you. The way you wrap your arms around my body, and holding me tightly
lets me know you're not afraid to love me. Many of us step halfway in, and halfway out of our
emotions. I want to fully experience them. And let go. That's what all the prayer and meditation is for. I held you close, and you loved me, or at least tried. You were possessive, and I was sick for letting you be for so long. Sometimes it is healthier to let someone go. Me--I like to feel free as a bird, even if I date anyone. And the sad part is, it has to be on my terms. Jehovah knows my heart. Somehow I get plenty of love, plenty touch. Plenty words of wisdom. My needs are met, in an abundant, overflowing supply. And for some reason, it just gets easier. Day after day, I create my own boundaries for myself, pushing, higher. Some days I feel the weight barreling down on my knees, and I become afraid. I wish you knew that my love and evocation was absolute, and not confined to your walls. If you won't let up, I won't let in. You cannot break someone who can bend backwards, particularly if you are as rigged as you indeed are. I smell your skin, freshly showered, I close my eyes, rubbing each delicate inch. And I don't even need to know where I'm going. I just know you are close, and for me, that is enough. For me, love is enough. For me, beyond that mister, is way too much.

I wrote this to one of my admirers this evening, and thought it so cute, I'd like to share, don't ask why. My blog. My random bursts of nonsense, occasionally.
Warning: Lystra does not like the thought of pressure to be in a relationship. Sudden invisibility may occur. Directions: Avoid intimate statements until permitted, or be prepared for no response. Handle with care. Wash on tumble low. Hang out to dry, preferably in the sun.