one of the places hidden.....

so...she says to Me...."one of the places You can find my heart, is in front of our house
in the hammock"...

That hat.......

I do not think I have ever publicly acknowledged how much I love that hat, and the value of what it represents.
You see I am very fortunate in that she saves most of herself for Me.

There are those in her life that know bits and pieces about her, but with Me..she reveals all.

Her playfulness, her despair, her joy, her desire, her vulnerability, her passion.....

It, like she, are Mine alone, and for that........ I honour her

madam, I adore you....

WTF

So, I'm wonderin..........

Why the hell is no one readin My blogs?
and if they are, how come no one comments?
and WTF, I have been on this thing for months, and 5 followers?
cmon, by now I thought it would be 5 thousand or so minimum......

Whew, ok, Man I feel better now.....

lollipop,lollipop, oh lolli lollipop....

Ok, so its not actually the lollipops themselves that I love......its the woman WITH the lollipop. I have said it before, if a candy company would describe their products the way she subtly, sensually, provocatively, and obliviously enjoys chocolate and lollipops....it would be considered PORN.

I catch her at times, times like this afternoon. When she is a million miles away in a stack of overdue budget files, and that lollipop is resting just inside those delicious red lips. Or at night when she opens a piece of chocolate and takes a bite, and then wraps the other half.....only to concede and unwrap the remainder two minutes later.

I am at those times captivated by the natural real beauty that she is and that she projects, especially when she isnt even trying.

It tugs at My heart, and makes Me smile.

That's why I carry a pocket full of candy, after all..there IS something to be said for voyeurism....

" I come to you, so silent in the night. So stealthy so animal quiet.
I'll be your savior steadfast and true,
I'll come, to your emotional rescue."

The tide....

There in the still quiet of the night, her words were soft and simple.

" it's like the waves and tide"

I was a bit puzzled, the remnants of lovemaking clouding My ability to be rational.

she continued,

"the tide allows the wave to roll and stretch but never get to far away, always calling it back to the source of its strength and origin....that's me and You"

Extend yourself My indulgence, I will always bring you back to Me.

...Is it any wonder I call her Mine?

Moments

There are those moments...

The ones where we think the sun will not dare to rise again,
The ones where we feel that life could not possibly get better,
The ones where we hold our breath in anticipation,
The ones where we dare not blink, fearing fate will rob us
The ones where we see only one other soul,
The ones where we hear true laughter,
The ones where we catch a solitary tear,
The ones where we witness pure honesty,
The ones where we experience uninhibited passion,
The ones where we participate in unspoken intimacy,
The ones where we fall victim to a subtle seduction,

Those are the moments, attributed to My indulgence...