And I will bite you i will bite you into mine-ness no – no matter how many people use the pronoun. No matter how they use it No matter when they use it
I will be by you so tight so truly so deeply so that our brains will be one and our breaths as well.
I’ll turn that into the norm changing both our lives for better We’ll be ONE so much that’ll be a blasphemy for anyone else to call you “mine“.
They’ll see it, they’ll feel it. I said i am yours, and yours only. I cannot be anyone else, you said the same to me and trust is our foundation.
I bite You into mine-ness hard and constantly. and that is no blasphemy.
She won’t stop loving. She won’t stop needing it. She won’t stop being proud of loving. She won’t stop being a mess of dances when she’s in bliss. She won’t stop saying what she needs saying. She won’t stop speaking the things she believes in it. She’ll always do that, because it is she. She’ll always be open, her flaws on the table, totally herself. She’ll eventually get better though, day by day. She hopes so.
She’ll always have her own opinions, respecting the one of others. She’ll always live believing in clarity as a lighthouse and guide.
Multiply this by thousands and stretch it to infinity, Then you get how mercilessly naked She is with the One holding the key of her heart and how she thinks it has to be.
If life needs to lash her for that, thatβs a fine price for her to pay. Life needs doing what life needs doing.
She’ll be doing what she was born to do, She’ll be always how she is, Being what she is, be it beauty or shame.
She can’t be any way else. She is female energy and dragon spirit She is submissive She feels like a Queen gifting devotion her One Her Love and time is a gift.
She is Her Kitty She feels She does love like no other because for good or for bad She loves her way, completely.
I watch, I always do it, I’ll always do it. I care, I worry, I smile. I promised to do it, and I will always do it. I did it because it is joy, it is something I wish, and also because I thought I could bring something I could be goodness. When we make those promises we do have those thoughts too, the bold feel that we can be something good for the other, as She is for us. I promise I’ll be there, and I am, not for one day, not just in good times. It is not a nice dress that I hide when the storm comes, to put it in the cabinet, and take it out again when the sun shines. The blanket of love is always there. That’s what love is, what a bonding promise is about. It is not something to be ashamed when a stain of mud is thrown on it, it is not something I retract and give, it is not carrot and stick, I do not want people to think my Beloved deserves less than the best, no matter of the season.
I watch, care, worry, and smile when a smile illuminate Her face. Truth be told, I would like to be the spark of those smiles, yes, and indirectly I’d love to be the spark of any of Her smiles. Each and any, and this is bad, but it is good. Because if You Love it it natural to wish the joy, and to wish to bring it. It is natural to wish to share it, and hope it will inspire smiles and good bonds to others too. This is it, for me. Simply.
I promise, and I am presence, in joy and moods, bad moons and good moons, I am presence and I will be always there, watching with Love, giving love, silent if needed. Accepting and sometimes battling, under the dome of an Oath, that is foreverness, and in a non-stop continuum.
Prior to leaving the room I crave printing my kiss on your lips making your lips swollen of my love
Marking you with my kiss I’ll then feel, imagine, see thee, having dinner, living, giggling frowning, chatting, smiling All of it, with my kiss, alive inside thee
So come, Bless me with the pleasure Of printing my love on your lips
Bless me, With the gift of inebriating you With the depth of my love
No, don’t leave that door without it It’d be a curse Come and I’ll show you What is it to be loved have that said lips to lips, wordlessly
No night shall pass without the taste of my kisses no room should be left leaving this soft ruby flower hanging on the petals of my lips
Bliss There are soul chords that when touched: we vibrate. There are soul chords that when played: we sigh. There are thoughts that when awakened: emotional rainbow. Breath on my sacred and it’ll be joy, ecstasy, pain, energy.
Bliss Something empowering, Something we treasure, Something making us protective, daring, courageous Something for which we do stand and risk it all
Bliss, it makes us invincible, it makes us vulnerable though to that one single shot that could destroy our soul, it holds our trust, making us naked, magically invulnerably vulnerable
Bliss The single shot that’d just be nothing but a bruise The single arrow that’d be no more than a sting, They’d get to our bowels tearing them forever If they’d hit that bliss, true Bliss, soul
Droplets of my Soul 