I pushed my luck but I got away with it. lol.
A weak moment of mine fueled by my appreciation for your gift giving. I have been bought?
Just consider it the gift of a dear friend. Your true affections cannot be purchased, only given.
Of course I cannot be bought and I am far too expensive for most.
A smart man would offer you your unconditional freedom and then joyous laughter, play and ferocity should you choose to return.
Have I surrounded myself with such wise men?
I think I have been as light as a feather in the past couple of months. And intend to stay so.
Then I shall catalogue you as worthy and add you to my collection of rare treasures.
Thank you. I miss you, your gorgeous smile.You are making me lust for you.
Shall I apologize for making you lust for me. I think not.
It was always this way with him. He desired the chase as much as the capture.
#for Reticent Mental Property. Image courtesy of the web with a nod to Eva and her craft.
I was thinking about you this morning. Figuring things were falling into place and no matter what happens I am prepared for it now and we’ll be at peace.
Then my boss called today – he asked about the project (the never ending project) and after the update he had to give me some bad news. He is never cautious, I can tell he knows I’m at my breaking point. I am tenacious and this promotion? This promo is something I won’t give up. I have to get some wheels spinning.
I do need to see you, I need a moment of escape, I need it badly. Please distract me. Come here and take a shower with me, please. There is no way I can deal with this pressure without a distraction.
I’d love to distract you…I believe a giving body is a powerful gift, know how helpful that sweet exhaustion can be in times like this….you absolutely need some TLC so you can recharge and take this on…I cannot come tonight, perhaps in the morning … I will see what I can arrange.
#for Reticent Mental Property, November 20, 2013
Do you like wine? I love a big bold red. And I love to swirl it on my tongue. If you ever see me sip one, you’ll probably notice it.
I view this as savoring a fine red. And that’s nothing I am in a hurry to finish. I am busy. You are consumed. I love sharing thoughts with you. Your responses are delicious. Please do not mistake this as me wanting to be pen pals. That’s not my goal. This is all about timing. And soon, I am quite confident we will hit our physical stride. I’m also confident in the end result. We will fuck and love each other comprehensively.
I know it.
Well, then, my personal Master Sommelier, we shall enjoy your bold reds, and my oaky cabs with hint of tannins, and the leggy reds of fall, together. Oh, I have a love of wines, alright. And I’m in need of a man who loves to swirl them on his tongue and then find my mouth and take a sip of me. You are a what is known as a good pour, Sir, and this going to be known as a good year. Friend, lover, taker, giver…now we really must schedule a tasting.
Hear me laughing with you….Raise your glass, L.
Connecting on so many levels; mind, body and now bottle…
She remembers the swirling, his tongue, the tasting….Delicious is right.
# November 23, 2013 for Reticent Mental Property with photo credit to http://www.becauseiamfabulous.com and Helen Hunt in The Sessions.