I’m in awe of you

I’m in awe of you

The way you love

The way you make love

The way you write

The way you play your guitar

…and your bass

The way you know everything and anything to do with history

The way you seem to know everything about anything

The way you express yourself, forthright and true

The way you love your family

You are unlike any man I have ever known

You honor me everyday by being my friend

Thankyou for loving me

You are the beauty to my beast

That Mask…

I was spinning in circles

One on top of the other, and so forth

A masterpiece, my sort-of-collage

People only seeing what they wanted

An optical delusion, my mirage

All those lies, in careful disguise

It was a picture of me, in that mask…

Do you remember the one my love?

You saw right through it

And knew what to do

You stopped me

And gave me your heart

I love you Beast❤️

Too Hard

I listen to the breeze whisper a curse.

The blackest of night’s shrouds covered it’s verse.

Insipid the words that worked their way in.

Dragging me down o’er dark vales of sin.

Oh how I needed a friend tonight.

A friend to guide me to the light.

And there you were my friend indeed.

There you were to bind wounds that bleed.

Shining as my beacon calling me back.

Your beauty, your love, made pain retract.

Thankyou my love I owe you my heart.

My light, my saviour, when all seemed too hard.

There are no words…

Beast,

There are no words…

For what I want to give to you,

What I need to give to you

(Or for what I want and need from you)

There is just emotion

My emotion…

My fast beating heart

Can’t speak

My frozen lungs

Can’t speak

My tummy full of butterflies

Can’t speak

My goosebump covered flesh

Can’t speak

My sex’s arousal

Can’t speak

My body’s desire for you

Cannot speak!

I am a slave to my passion

And my passion is YOU

I’m not a poet

I can’t write the mushy stuff you love the best

I can’t write words to tell you how much I love you

I can’t! I try…but I can’t 😦

The only way I can show you is physically

By touching you…holding you

That is how I can show you how much I love you

How much you mean to mean

I hope…

My actions will speak louder than any words would ever be able to

Love,

Your beauty

oxoxoxoxo

Shared heritage

I wonder have our paths crossed before, did we meet in a previous life?

Were you perhaps my lover, in another time my wife?

Everything seems so right, like I truly know your soul.

That our friendship and love is not new, but very very old.

I think that our relationship is aged like wine, it has a wonderful vintage.

I’m sure that we have met before, and we we’re drawn by our shared heritage.