A Letter For Catherine....
" She was definitely Beautiful. The only slight critical thing you could say perhaps was that the contradiction between her gaze, which was sad,and her smile, which was jubilant, gave her face a somewhat young, wild look. Which meant at times that sweet face became strange without ceasing to be lovely"...Victor Hugo...Les Miserables p. 585
Catherine....You are this wonderful contradiction, which I'm still learning to and yearning to understand. I think of you constantly, wether I see you at work or not. I think of our times together high up inside the dome of the theatre. I revel in the memory of the experience of you during every show. Every waking day. I wonder how I can work to be that great summer lover.
Because The beauty I see.. In the moment of taking you. The passion I experience when I'm confronted instantly by your gaze and, later you're lovely naked body. Your smooth curves spread out for my touch upon your cool bed, captivate me. The intensity of making love to you often overwhelms me. I love feeling so male inside you, but I can lose sight of my own desire, diving into you. When I see such a wonderful woman relishing the moment of being so gorgeous and female, right on the edge of my touch.
But, then I find my lust for you and my heart races as re enter you. You respond so passionately.. Almost instantly moaning and quaking as I become selfish, hard and male. I find this hard centre of myself , being hind the veneer that I've built around my heart... my passion for sex and just being inside you. I totally give into my fantasy of being with you while being the deepest, hardest inside you.... And that release... that pure male release...you're welcoming response. Then I'm gloriously happy and spent. My whole body and mind knows or sees nothing but that moment of lust and beauty. I know what its like again to be lost in the moment of being so male... without shyness or insecurity. Without judgement or reason. I say I love you and at that moment it is the truest words of my experience.
I see you so much better after... after the waves of joy have washed over me. As you lie there with you in my arms, sleepy eyed and spent as I feel. Wondering if you're wondering what I'm thinking, when you know all I'm captivated by is the mere presence of you here in my arms after.
That, you're not a dream but real, human and so very warm. Even then, you feel their close to my skin like a roaring summer campfire. And I want to gaze at every leap of flame that licks the night sky. Force my self to stay awake so I can watch every ember erupt in bright beauty.
I want to revel in you and be the very best I can be, every day that I spend with you...
XO
" She was definitely Beautiful. The only slight critical thing you could say perhaps was that the contradiction between her gaze, which was sad,and her smile, which was jubilant, gave her face a somewhat young, wild look. Which meant at times that sweet face became strange without ceasing to be lovely"...Victor Hugo...Les Miserables p. 585
Catherine....You are this wonderful contradiction, which I'm still learning to and yearning to understand. I think of you constantly, wether I see you at work or not. I think of our times together high up inside the dome of the theatre. I revel in the memory of the experience of you during every show. Every waking day. I wonder how I can work to be that great summer lover.
Because The beauty I see.. In the moment of taking you. The passion I experience when I'm confronted instantly by your gaze and, later you're lovely naked body. Your smooth curves spread out for my touch upon your cool bed, captivate me. The intensity of making love to you often overwhelms me. I love feeling so male inside you, but I can lose sight of my own desire, diving into you. When I see such a wonderful woman relishing the moment of being so gorgeous and female, right on the edge of my touch.
But, then I find my lust for you and my heart races as re enter you. You respond so passionately.. Almost instantly moaning and quaking as I become selfish, hard and male. I find this hard centre of myself , being hind the veneer that I've built around my heart... my passion for sex and just being inside you. I totally give into my fantasy of being with you while being the deepest, hardest inside you.... And that release... that pure male release...you're welcoming response. Then I'm gloriously happy and spent. My whole body and mind knows or sees nothing but that moment of lust and beauty. I know what its like again to be lost in the moment of being so male... without shyness or insecurity. Without judgement or reason. I say I love you and at that moment it is the truest words of my experience.
I see you so much better after... after the waves of joy have washed over me. As you lie there with you in my arms, sleepy eyed and spent as I feel. Wondering if you're wondering what I'm thinking, when you know all I'm captivated by is the mere presence of you here in my arms after.
That, you're not a dream but real, human and so very warm. Even then, you feel their close to my skin like a roaring summer campfire. And I want to gaze at every leap of flame that licks the night sky. Force my self to stay awake so I can watch every ember erupt in bright beauty.
I want to revel in you and be the very best I can be, every day that I spend with you...
XO
