ninji

Dear Crush:
In my younger (read: hotter) days I would have totally gone for you already, even if I'd fallen on my face.

Now, I'm way chill (read: neuter), and mostly okay with my being so.

You bring the world to me and I don't even have to leave my front door. It is nice to be in real space and breathe space and not feel used or talked down to or fucked with (read: all previous crushes).

Mmmm...you reflect the beauty that my mind and spirit state is, and all the lovely delicious improvements I have made. The universe always plays with the things it loves. So I do believe we are like two kittens in a rather large cattery, sharing playspace.



I have yet to feel bad or guilty or wrong for this. How new and fair for me. You reflect all the world's compassion and kindess and fun that is in me. Zest. I thank you.

Continue.

Shine on you sexy gold-platinum gorgeous delicious. Take advantage of my zen state, and keep presenting your yum to me. It's rewarding and tantric (read: the pleasure never stops and doesn't have to be acted on or fulfilled).

You will find your lovely delicious in due time. Meanwhile, thanks for helping me reflect mine.

That is all.

ji