I find it so rarely, the connection that leaves me fully satisfied in its non-sexual wake. The deep remembering and playfulness that indicate I desire to be this curious about you for lifetimes. •
The erupting laughter from being caught in the plot you're ahead of by a second or two. The twists on words. Light flirtation. Wondering about how someone else thinks, feels, breathes. How their lightness and brokenness came to be drinking coffee with me after a 4 a.m. dash to the ferry. Innocent and deep. Safe and a brief request could make it other. But no request is spoken. It would not serve this moment of him having heard me say I love The Empress or this cup of Coffee I want to wrap myself around or going separate ways soon and maybe forever. Simplicity and elegance both familiar and luxurious. I wonder if all women know it's okay to fall in love in a million ways for a minute or a lifetime. Or both. Frequently.
There is no affair. There is no wrong. There is simple elegance. 🌙
My husband even gives his blessing to these new stars in my mouth as he kisses me and the presence of ocean, magic and The Empress in my body as we consume each other over and over into a new day. Appreciating the wild grace of me and us. Integrating. Practicing. Together. And changed. New stars still in my mouth and the presence of ocean, Magic and The Empress still in my body. •
Grateful for connection that falls on its knees in a deep bow to whatever lives beyond love, beyond devotion. I think it has something to do with being free to experience and feel... everything.
Ella está enamorada de quien soy, ahora llegué al FBO, con plata en la mano... 🤘Hice la mitad de un Xanax, trece horas dormido, Me tenía como una luz, como una luz, siempre prendido, como una luz, como una luz, cuenta conmigo. ⚡⚡⚡