Mirror, Mirror . . .

You are my proof of Magic in this life . . .
And a long-ago, Wish Come True.

Your Love gives me Strength,
While your Light fills me up with Hope.

I don't know how you did it,
But I'm so glad you did.

My Sight is clearer and my Thoughts are freer,
Because of you.

My Filter is absent because
You always appreciate my Truth . . .

And I spread my Wings and fly higher than I've ever dared to
Because I know, for certain, You are always with Me.

I have never been afraid
to be naked with you, on any level.

Because . . .

I have always been the Question,
And you have always been the Answer.

~K~

Sonnet 116 . . .

Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove:
O no! it is an ever-fixèd mark
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wandering bark,
Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle's compass come:
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
If this be error and upon me proved,
I never writ, nor no man ever loved.^[1]
–William Shakespeare

Sonnet 29 . . .

When in disgrace with Fortune and men's eyes,
I all alone beweep my outcast state,
And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries,
And look upon myself and curse my fate,
Wishing me like to one more rich in hope,
Featured like him, like him with friends possess'd,
Desiring this man's art, and that man's scope,
With what I most enjoy contented least.
Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising,
Haply I think on thee, and then my state,
Like to the lark at break of day arising
From sullen earth, sings hymns at heaven's gate;
For thy sweet love remembered such wealth brings
That then I scorn to change my state with kings.
–William Shakespeare

Wants, Needs, Desires . . .

Most women know from the moment they see you, where you fit. No matter how much we may want to date casually like some guys, most of us eventually start feeling something for you . . . so if it seems like we are all over the board, it's because we have no time to waste before our heart takes over . . . because, we know it will.

Sometimes we don't really have much of a choice; our hearts get involved before we are even aware of it. Call it intuition, nesting, lust (& sometimes disgust) & what-have-you, we know what we want . . . we just don't always trust that feeling when it comes, especially when it shows its face so instantly. Surprise . . . we actually have doubt. Some of us are very logical creatures & this instinctual feeling doesn't always blend well with logic.

We want to know, be sure before we jump . . . but sometimes, logic be damned. We need to just do it, whatever "it" is. Life is all about experiences. I want no regrets, so, eventually, I do jump. ;o)

Verbal Foreplay . . .

If I told you I hadn't been kissed enough . . .

Would you rectify that for me? ;o)

How would you . . . kiss me?

Slowly, tenderly, passionately . . .

Sating every inch of my hunger for you.


Do you know, just the thought of your touch has me tingling . . .

Everywhere . . . every time.

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Deep, hungry kisses.

Firm strokes, delicate touches.

Heavy breathing. Grunting. Moaning.

Twitching, flinching, grinding, groping.

No screaming, no talking.

Smiling, laughing . . .

If you're doing something good, trust me ---
I will let you know.

There will be NO faking of anything ---
unless it's a contest. ;o)

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~K~

Why I Love You . . .

I love that all I have to do is think of you,
and I smile.

I love that I trust you so much,
that I can't help but be my complete self with you.

I love that when I'm sad & confused,
you take my hand . . . ever so softly.

I love that you make me laugh so hard,
my eyes water & stomach hurts . . . . every damn time.

I love that whenever I'm scared,
you carefully catch me before I fly away & hide.

I love that you want to share your thoughts & experiences with me.

I love that when I'm frisky,
you always make me twitchy.

I love that when I'm angry,
you encourage my fire, my beloved enabler.

I love that when I need to talk, you are always there to listen . . .
& when you need to talk, you let me be there for you.

I love that you maybe overwhelmed by the quantity,
but never the intensity.

I love that you enjoy the way my mind works.

I love that when you miss me and are happy to see me,
you never hesitate to show it.

I love that you provoke me to be the oddball that I am.

I love that you adore me, because I adore you, too.

I love that you spar creatively & consistently with me.

I love that when I say & do all these things,
you still want more & more.

I love that you see me, quite clearly.

I love all the little things you do ---
they add up like a never - ending savings account.

At the end of it all, I will always love you . . .
because I have also been well rewarded for my efforts.

No regrets, my dear . . . none at all.

~K~