So, What’s it Gonna Take?

This is me “talking” to me.
About you, of course.
I was thinking about your birthday, which is near now, and I was thinking what I can give you.

My words, perhaps.
Or more, let me give you this –

Out of all the things that I know, I know there are certain truths that can never be changed or broken. These are the things that connect us. They are also the truths that can divide us, depending upon the direction we take, of course, or how we value our truths together.

No two people can connect as one without maintaining certain facts. I see this clearly now and evidently, I can see where I failed to adhere to the natural laws and rules of personal interaction.

I know that in the cases between love and lust, or when it comes to the connection, the glory and the pleasure between two bodies, truth cannot be faked nor counterfeited or remanufactured.
Same as the world evolved into what we see, love evolves and nothing manmade or synthetic can produce or construct anything close to, say, a mountain, or the fields, or the ocean that covers the earth.
Nothing can be faked or forced or coerced when it comes to this kind of truth, nor can true passion be recreated by anything impure. Not even the greatest or most lustful idea can match anything close to true purity. If something or someone comes on like an imposter, well, then the rarity and victory is lost and gone, or dead and buried. All that’s left or all that this could be, at best, is the momentary gratification of two sexual beings who erupted and crashed into an abyss of empty promises.

I have seen this before. And I have felt this brand of hopeless or loveless abandon to which, elsewise, I was no more than a tool or a meaningless part in a physical contract that meant nothing.

This is neither right nor wrong or good or bad. We try and we test. We taste things and we explore. This is fine too because nothing ventured means that nothing has been ventured or tried; and life like this is otherwise wasted or dull.
However, the truth behind a real connection is not the same as a quick fix or a “fling,” or a one-night-stand.
No, the real truth behind our greatest connection is the result of a chemical phenomenon that results when two people can fit perfectly as one.

This too.
This is both living and breathing. This is alive and well, depending upon how we care for these things. And this too, this is the survival of two beings. This is the nurturing and the rescue of two souls, which can live or die, depending upon our direction and what we do from here.
I promise you.

This can also be the resurrection of two hearts who both hurt from their previous lives. This can be the rescue of two people who wandered aimlessly, or felt as if they were stranded, like two lost souls in the lonesomeness of their own emotional desert — dry and lifeless, and dying of thirst.
I know what it means to be thirsty. I assume that you do as well.
This is what happens when two feel abandoned or stranded, and this is why they have always fallen for the false images and the mirages of some kind of hopeful oasis.

Even upon arrival or when two people magically discover one another; or in the case that our eyes open enough to rediscover someone because fate led us here, I know there is a reason for this.
So, therefore, if fate caused us to go away, or come back to find that love was always there and in front of us; this cannot go unanswered or unaddressed or unfed.

No. Fate is living and breathing.

I say this as a man who has fallen too often. I say this so that you or anyone else can be forewarned. I offer this to you, deeded, like my most special property.
As well, I give this away to advise that the pit of lonely despair can and will get deeper if we are not careful.
The divide can grow more vast, or vaster than our nightmares, unless we stop ourselves in our tracks.
Or unless we reverse the polarity of what our human electricity means, we can be bound to fail ourselves and our truths, if we are not aware how electrifying our true love really is. 

“My God, she is so beautiful!”
“I have never felt a kiss like ‘hers’ before.”

So before the rift comes and the divide begins to spread into the vastness, I offer this as a man who has spent too much time, lost and dying in the abyss. I am as Shakespeare once said, “Fortune’s fool!” However, I will only be a fool for one person, from now until the hour of my death (Amen) and to go forwards, I am here as an acting pledge to feel this and find this or die trying.
I swear.

I know certain things.
Such as, everything you say or do has value.
Yes. Words have meaning and being meaningful, we need to honor the way we speak to each other.
Hate has no place in this love.
Nor can I allow myself to retract or go back or find myself in my old or hateful places because this too is toxic and otherwise degrading of my best potential.

Remember the senses.
Sight, sound, smell, touch, and taste.

Remember the feel of touch, the joy of sound, and the amazement of how your love looks when their eyes stare back at you —and please, above all, never forget the sound of your love’s voice, for this will accompany you in your dreams and possibly beyond the afterlife.
I’m sure of this.
And as for taste . . .
Never forget this. 

Never forget feeding your love or sharing food because food is love.
Never forget the drink you shared together from the same straw.
Never forget the candies you might have shared or how you emptied the bag of something sweet together.
Or if you cooked for them or they cooked for you, savor this flavor. But more importantly, savor the flavor of their kiss.
Savor the taste of their most intimate parts of their bodies, which are the places where we both licked, kissed, or sucked upon for hours at a time.
Remember the way two bodies combine. And never forget all of this began with a kiss.
Just one kiss . . .

And a kiss is a great tool.
This is what opens the doorway. This is what triggers the receptors in our body and this is what opens the gateway to our mind, body, and soul.
So please—never forget to kiss.
Make out as often as possible.
Do this as if this is worth war to you.

Dare it all and risk everything.
Risk it all, just for the feel of that one first kiss because every day and every hour is a good time to be the next first kiss of the next moment.
This is worthwhile. Trust me.

Always touch. Show affection.
Hold hands.
Be close and let nothing stop this.
Let the world see and be jealous.

Never allow anything to stop this or a blockage to separate you. Never have anything between you, not even clothes.
Never have a pillow wall between you at night.
Never let the center of the bed grow cold, like Siberia, or be this vacant section where love and warmth dies alone.

Find warmth in each other. Do not go outside to find what you should have inside someone else.
The grass is not greener anywhere else.
This is where you belong.

Feel her. All of her.
Let your hands roam across her body.
Touch everything because there is nothing taboo or off limits.
Enjoy each other.
Try things. Experiment.
Share. Always share between you.

Feel the curves of her as you allow your fingertips to stroke her skin. Allow your fingerprints to vibrate and physically hum as you run your hands across the bottom of her back. Do this and know that nothing in the world will ever feel better than this.

Love her.
Touch her.
Taste her.
Never stop.
Never let go.
And always say, “I love you.”

Show her that she is the meal for your savaged beast and yet, although your hunger and desire is both insurmountable and unstoppable, touch her delicately.
Know when to be gentle.
Know when to be aggressive.
Know when to dominate or know when to submit to the flow of your eager and hungry bodies.
Cherish this.
Remember the pleasure that comes as you both collide and coincide with one another.

Make her see.
Show her that no one compares.
Show her that no one else in the world can do this to you like she can.

There is nothing ugly.
No scars or imperfections appear when love is like this.
In fact, they become sexy and make her even more desirable.

Let her see her reflection in your eyes and let her see your weakness for her. Let the mirror of your soul allow her to view the reflection of how you see her; and therefore, she will never question her beauty in your heart – not now nor ever again.
This will bring rest and peace to a heart that was otherwise mishandled and broken.
(for both of you)

Show her that you are strong enough to share your weak side and show her your vulnerability.

Show her that fate and destiny can separate people and bring them around the world and miles away. But two people who are meant to be will always be meant to be; and thus, not even time, or people, places, or things can keep you two apart.

Suffer, if you have to but always endure and come to the awareness that no one else in the world can steal her part.
No one can match you like she does.
No one else fits this way.
Only her.
There is no feeling that will equal her or this and there will never be an “again,” but only moments “before” you two connected and made yourselves unbreakable.

Submit to this. Now!

Surrender or die alone because the day you die is the day you lose your love. The day you lose your love is because you were too afraid or too selfish to risk it all.
And so, you self-destructed or sabotaged because inside, a fear of your weakness and your vulnerable hidden truths were too petrified to be exposed.
You were too weak to allow yourself to be exposed by the strength and immeasurable light of such a beautiful and unforgettable woman.

Do not be afraid.
Do not second guess.
Do not lose this chance.
Risk it all and risk this by any means necessary.
Please. I beg you.

Shut the part of you that overthinks or over-feels and shout back, if you have to.
Yell at the emotional child inside who says too much or worries too deeply that this might destroy you.
If she destroys you,
Let her.
Let her have it
Let her have your world.
Give this away because everything else is meaningless
without her. . .

At night, bury your face into her body.
There is no such thing as two bodies being too close.
Let her sleep on top of you.
Let her drape across you like a blanket and do not move.
Let her weigh on you.

Do not be a fool.
Do not let go.
Nothing in the world is more valuable than this.
I know it!
Above all, never forget all of the above truths because forgetting the above leads to a death that’s worse than dying itself.

Touch her.
Feel her.
Feed her.
Laugh with her.
Experience life with her.

I say this from my perspective because time and fate is going to put you in front of me and when I see you next, beware of my touch. Beware of my hunger because both of them are unstoppable, and thus is my love, which is unquenchable for you.

Blessed Father,
I am dying alive without her.
Put me back in her arms
So I can hold her closely.

Forever~