Do you want to talk about happiness?
Do you want to talk about finding happiness? Or is it better to say to find that thing, or that source, or that touch or feel? Is it better to say that there is a physical sense to happiness?
And I mean one with a more intimate appeal –
I believe in the beauty of inspiration and yes, I am inspired by beautiful things.
I do believe in the sensation of touch. I believe in the wonders of curves and the sway of someone’s body, which is so beautiful to me that when all else fails, when the world is dark, there is still a brightness in the center of the universe, which is the keeper of this old heart, and to which I am destined for, to which fate has intended for me, and yes – I do believe in this.
I am hooked. I am taken or stolen or claimed and simple this; I am taken away by this and stolen.
I believe in the sound of a perfect voice.
I believe in the reaction which takes place when we hear this voice; as if the sound of this voice could hit the epicenter of our spirit and next, the signal hits, and the earthquake from within is explosive, or eruptive, and like a reactor, we find ourselves swelling in the mass of such a beautiful and gentle explosion, sexual indeed, intimate as always – but alas, all and everything about you (and this) is beautiful to me.
Beautiful as ever.
This is what it means to be intended for someone.
I just know it
I believe in the feel of a perfect touch, which is not only perfect but also unmatchable by anyone else.
No one else can do what you do.
No one can even come close.
And there are no such things as imperfections. There is only the uniqueness of you and me and us as we are – and so you know this, no one else can come close or touch us.
Not at all.
All they can do is stand by and watch – and be jealous.
I know it.
I do believe in the beauty of one love.
I believe in the soul’s purpose to find its counterpart.
This is what leads us to connect or to become one.
Yes, I believe in the absolute sensation of that which comes when two bodies connect or collide; or should I say I believe in the magic that takes place when two bodies coincide with each other, and thus, we become two worlds that intertwine - like two moons in an unexpected orbit that somehow, days and moments occur, and fate takes a switch.
Destiny steps in to toss the dice and to us, times that were not intentional were triggered unexpectedly.
What does this do?
This allows us to cross each other’s paths regardless of what took place.
This promotes the reawakening of us. And yes. Dear God.
It’s true,
I love the month of August –
I believe in this.
I believe when two hearts beat together, two people breathe heavily in the bouts of love and in that heated exchange, two souls find a moment of attaching to one another.
I believe in two bodies affixing together to become one.
I believe in the absolute purpose that yes – there is someone out there like this who is beautiful, beyond compare.
Yes – she is perfect to me.
Curvy. Seductive.
Sexy, like a long story that thrills the mind, the body and the soul, all at the same time.
That’s what happens to me. . .
I believe in the magic of a kiss.
I believe in the vibrations that a kiss can create.
I believe that this comes from within and no differently from a stone that plunges into the top of an unmoving lake, I believe in the ripple effect.
I believe how this takes over our system and then – everything else is electric.
Everything else is as it’s supposed to be; as if to say that the kiss that you shared is cosmic, and intentionally so, as if to mean that two people were placed together, on purpose, and as the two (or as we) combine and connect through a kiss, there is something that takes place inside of us.
This is something bigger than just a physical or chemical reaction. There is something purposeful about this.
There is something that makes sense – something that tells us, yes, this is exactly where we are supposed to be and even more, like two puzzle pieces coming together – everything just makes sense – even when nothing else makes sense – the paradox is a miracle and the irony is enough to make us laugh.
I swear it..
I believe in this.
I believe in the value of touch.
I believe in the credits of, say, the smell of someone’s body.
I say that to each is their own scent and somehow – there is something about the scent of our skin which attracts us to our intended person – and just like that . . . you know.
I believe in this with all of my heart.
I believe in this with all that I have and not just because I have seen proof of this or because I believe in the living proof that yes – love does exist.
But more, I believe in this because I want to.
I believe in this because I have fallen. I have been broken and beaten.
And nothing else can (or could) heal me, but this touch . . .
I want to believe in the special goodness of someone else.
I want to believe in the trust of someone’s love.
I want to close my eyes and not be afraid to open them because the dream might end.
No, I say this because I want this to be unending.
I want to believe in the need for someone’s attention and that as the attention grows, I believe with all of my heart that beauty expands and love grows as well at an unstoppable pace.
I believe this.
My fascination grows and thus, nothing about us will ever grow old.
Nothing so ugly could ever seep in or destroy the way we see each other – and yes,
I saw “we” because I believe in this.
I believe in the heart. I believe in my hope.
I believe in our ability to touch me and as you do, I believe in the magic that takes me away from myself.
I swear – the lights could go out. The world could come to an end.
The bouts around us and the wars, the fights, the battles, either unseen or obvious are all simply meaningless when something like this takes place.
I believe in the art of making love.
I believe in the soul’s need to find, feel, touch and enjoy the connection of that one, true and special person.
I believe that yes – I have seen the perfection in the sway of your hips.
I believe that your curves are magical to me.
Everything about you is seductive to me.
I believe that the touch of your tongue against mine is more than enough to shatter the earth.
Time does not even exist when this happens
and the same can be said about the sound of your voice or the feel of your body as you move closer to me.
I believe in the slow and tender introduction of my body into yours.
We can call this an insertion but I dare not cheapen this by over-sexualizing this but yes –
You are the sea and I am the ship, entering your oceans.
I believe in the gentle touch and the softest caress and the kind of things that makes your breath quiver –
I believe in this too.
I believe because I want to.
I believe because I choose to.
I believe because I have seen proof that in moments like this – the light could go out. The world could end and all could flush away and not mean anything.
I believe this too.
I believe that to find happiness – or to find that special someone, the search for something of this level or this meaningful is far from easy.
Even when we’ve found each other – nothing is simple. Life still happens.
But regardless of whatever takes place – the lights could go out and the world could come to an end – and you and I?
We could miss the world’s grand finale because we were locked away somewhere, caught in the middle of some wild, lustful and romantic session – and we’d come out of the room with our hair a mess, our smiles too big to deny that we were elsewhere – and we’d be like, oh . . . did we miss something?
I have to say this because this needs to be said –
Yes, I wholeheartedly believe in all of the above.
I believe in the swerve of your hips.
I believe in the depth of your soul.
I believe in the feel of your lips.
I believe in the touch of your hand, the smell of your skin, and the thrill I find each time you smile.
I believe in love – although yes, I do see this as a challenge.
I can see how love is evasive at times and sometimes perplexing, oftentimes frustrating, but at all times – I say there is nothing better than this.
Even the falls and the scrapes, the bumps and even the bruises are all worthwhile to me because I believe that once you find your way to my arms, all will be clear.
The revelation that comes to pass will lead me to understand that everything does happen for a reason.
We do have a purpose and, in the end, when my time comes and when my eyes close for the last time – I know that when I dream, my dreams will be of you, eternally and forever.
I say this because whether or not it’s the will of the Universe, or if this is the divine intention of God, or if it’s only a game of dice between Father Time, Mother Earth, Mr. Fate and Mr. Destiny – I know that every hill I’ve walked across, every street I passed, and every hole I fell in, and each time I got myself back up and stood on my own two feet; I know that every footstep I took was a step that was intended to bring me closer to you.
You –
Your lips.
Your hips.
The swerves of your body and the feel of your skin.
The way you smile.
The sound of your laugh.
The feel of your soul as our bodies collide –
I believe in this too
Same as I believe in you.
Always
You want to talk about finding happiness?
Here it is . . . I call it “Insanity on a platter”
And if you ask me –
I love being this crazy
(for you)
The Written Addiction 