Comealot Sex Clinic Podcast – Comealot Love Letters – Let It Be

You are something special, someone special.
I am so happy you came into my life.

My days become more full and enjoyable,
as I anticipate your morning message to me.
My heart pounds uncontrollably,
as I approach my computer and check my message inbox.
What will you say today?

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Click link below to read the entire poem written by u/oldmarriedman

https://markfleshman.wordpress.com/2018/11/23/let-it-be/

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https://soundcloud.com/comealotsexclinic/let-it-be

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Twisted

Twisted up inside of me are the feelings of despair
Laying out in front of me is a life that isn’t fair
No pain, no gain
From a life that feels insane

I gotta fake it till I make it
To this heaven here on earth
To this life God promised me
A life he promised me at birth

Forgive me for my sins oh heavenly Father
Forgive me for the mistakes I’ve made
Forgive me for the mistakes I’m about to make
As I bend to your will in this sea called love

Take my hand and hold me tight
As I make this gallant fight
To deliver in this life time
The love I have in my heart

Let it Be

You are something special, someone special.
I am so happy you came into my life.

My days become more full and enjoyable,
as I anticipate your morning message to me.
My heart pounds uncontrollably,
as I approach my computer and check my message inbox.
What will you say today?

Will you posture yourself in a sense of openness, ready, willing and anxious to receive my love into your torn and tattered heart?

Yes, it is true.
Yes, it is possible.
Yes, it is me.
The one you have been waiting for.
The one you have been dreaming of.
The one for you.

As I pierce your heart with cupid’s arrow,
you succumb to my advances and reciprocate my every desire.
We embrace and embark on an endless journey of lovemaking,
so fulfilling, and well beyond our wildest dreams.

Say you want me as I say I want you.
Say you love me, as I say I love you.
Take my love inside of you and join our hearts together,
so we can both be whole again.

Do it.
Do it now.
Don’t wait.
Don’t hesitate.

It was meant to be.
It was meant to happen.
Let it be.

Let yourself go and come into my world, our world, the world of life long love and eternal bliss.

If only for a moment.
Let it be.
Please let it be.

My Angel

I used to think angels were sent from another world, swooping down from heaven above on a mission to save the chosen few. Then I met you. You seemed like an everyday person, a human, someone fragile and imperfect like me, someone with limitations, who could only go so far and so fast. I was skeptical and I didn’t think it was going to work and then you surprised me.

Only the heavens could have heard my pleas for a woman in my life like you. I know because I never told anyone else what I wanted. I just prayed and prayed for a godsend, a woman like you who could feed my passion for life and mend my broken heart.

I needed an angel, a woman with a special love potion who could treat my love sickness and nurse me back to health. You healed me. You reminded me of something I thought I had lost, a burning desire to hear the pleasures of a woman in delight, that magical sound of a woman’s voice leaning into a crescendo of great pleasure.

And as you record the sound, from your lips to my ears, every fiber of my inner being delights too. As you moisten, I harden. As you reach yours, I reach mine. The sound of your voice is exactly what I wanted and exactly what I needed to make me feel whole again.

You know what I need. You give me a dose of your sensual nature as we make love in our own special way. You keep coming back and you give me more and more. And I am so grateful. I am so happy. I am blessed to have you in my life.

You came into my life basking in the light of glory from above.  I behold you now and I am humbled by your choice of me as your grateful love today.

Yes, you are my angel and you are that sweet morning song that plays in my head every morning when I wake up to find your love potion, your message of love. Yes, my lovely angel, you know who you are and I know who you are. You are my angel of love, sent from above. And now that I have you in my life I never want to let go. I am yours to keep for as long as you want, from now until eternity.

Time stands still for us as we live these moments, enjoying these feelings of passionate love. Do you enjoy it as much as me? I could never have enough of you, and just when I think you have given me so much, you reach new heights and out of nowhere you surprise me and you give me more. You are that dream come true and I cannot begin to express in words how lucky I feel to have found you and have you in my life.

Share Your Love

You want the upper hand, but I can’t give in to you.

You want to rule me, but first I must rule you.

You want me to trust you, but I am afraid of you.

You know my fears, for you fear them too.

I am afraid of loving you and losing all hope of self control.

I am afraid of loving you and losing you.

Yet, all we have is today. We are not promised tomorrow.

So, what will you do today as I share my love with you?

Will you share your love with me too?

The Moment

I thought I knew how to make love and then I met you. You taught me how to savor every moment I spent making love to you. Like a fine wine, you were meant to be sipped and not gulped. You tickled my ear and fed my obsession for sex with a healthy dose of self-pleasure. It wasn’t just the sound of your voice that took me over the top, you teased me with your picture too. You showed just enough to make me want even more, and then you made me explode with delight. But there was more to your love than just a minute of passion. You showed me how to make love in the here and now, and also in the before and after. You gave me just enough to quench my thirst, and not too much to keep me from coming back for more. It happened over and over again and I enjoyed each and every time like it was my first, never thinking it would be my last.

Every part of you became a part of me if only for a brief moment. You healed my spirit. You made me feel alive again. You brought out the best of me and made me so articulate with my pen. But you know all of this. I’m not telling you anything new. You knew you had this effect on me, didn’t you? Didn’t you know all along how you made me feel deep inside when you whispered sweet sounds in my ear? What did you think was going to happen? Where did you think this was going?

Oh, please make love to me. Please do it again. Don’t leave me hanging. Yes, do it again. Say those words again, the terms of endearment, the words from your heart that melt my soul. Make love to me baby. Make me whole.

Before I met you my life was no fun, like a jigsaw puzzle with too many missing pieces. Then you healed the holes in my heart pierced so many times by Cupid’s arrow. I want you. I need you. I have to have you. Come for me now. Show me how you milk the cow. Make love to me baby. You know how I like it. I want to see you. I want to hear you. Make love to me baby. Come for me now.

Hold it. Not so fast. Let’s not get too carried away. Not just yet. I’m not ready yet. I want to pen a few more love notes today. You showed me something I never saw before. You gave me new hope for the future I never knew before. You didn’t just give me what I wanted, you gave me what I needed, to have faith in sweet love once again. Isn’t it lovely when you can change someone’s life in such a profound way? You did it for me and I’ll be eternally grateful.

The clouds have passed and you come out fresh and new, alive in my soul and felt in my spirit too. Can you feel me? I can feel you. Will you make love to me? I want to make love to you. I can feel the warmth from your heart, you are my sweet sunshine today. Thank you for being you. Wait, but I have more to say.

I have so much more love deep in my heart, for you and only for you. It is a special love coming to life, for you and only for you. Make it happen. Say the words. Express yourself in similar fashion. Sing sweet nothings to me, again and again, and make me grow hard and strong. Today I have nothing to fear. It is a bright day, a sunny day, a lovely day. Let’s make love like there’s no tomorrow. Give me your all today. Make love to me baby. Let’s savor this special moment and enjoy the pleasures of life lived lovingly once more.

Our Place

We hover in a kind of passionate abyss, dance to a song without form. Ours is the realm without borders, the house without walls, the private place where we meet, just the two of us, all alone.

We live here, nowhere and at the same time everywhere.  Claim nothing. Do not yield to the structure of names. You and me are not even you and me; for now we are in the melted space, not even a space. It’s a special place.

You and me and love. We are the paradox of two and one and three – the trinity that adds up to nothing and yet everything. We are in love.

Filled by the fullness that contains all things. We have love. Gone is the emptiness that contains nothing. Our eyes behold of the flooding light. Beauty is in the eye of the beholder and I behold you and you are beautiful.

Love is beautiful. I see you. I wonder now – indeed I have already forgotten – how it was when I lived without you. Those days seem like they have faded away into the distant past. All I can think about is our bright future.

I can’t wait. Will I see you again? Is it time yet? Are you ready yet?

No worries. Keep doing what you are doing. Keep coming to me in this beautiful place as we fall into a misty joy, as we drink our love potion together.

Are you going to enjoy this beautiful and glorious day with me? Please do. As we make love in our place.

Red

Describing the intensity of my love for you is like trying to describe the color red to one blind from birth. What can I say, what can I do, what words can I use to make you see how much I really love you. Should I talk about the hours and the days I’m obsessed with the thought of you? Longing for a mere glimpse of you, to play over and over again in my head like an Instagram video looping endlessly.  Or should I try to describe what I would do to you right now if you were here, lying next to me?

I want you.

I want you forever, now, yesterday, and always, but above all, I want you to want me.

No matter where I am or what I am doing, I am not safe from your spell. Every time I hear from you, your love potion fills my soul with delight. At any moment, the image of your face smiling at me, of your voice telling me you care, or of your hand in mine, may suddenly fill my consciousness rudely pushing out all else. I spend my time thinking only of you. I cannot think of another.

Everything reminds me of you. I try to read, but four times on a single page some word begins the lightning chain of associations that summons my mind away from my work, and I must struggle to return my attention to the task at hand. Often I give up easily, leaving my computer, and throwing myself down on my bed, wishing I could whisper sweet nothings in your ear, while my imagination constructs long and involved and plausible reasons to believe that you love me too.

Yes, I have a crush on you. I am obsessed with you, I am addicted to the hope of reciprocation. I have faith in you, I believe in you, will you make love to me ever again? Say it. Say anything. Something to make me whole again. Something to brighten one more day for me.

You have seen the light and the light burns bright, why hide it under a basket? Shine your light on me and cleanse my soul with your love. Take me to the place where they turn water to wine, to our secret place of pure ecstasy. Can you hear me now? Can you see me now? Shine bright my love, shine your bright light on me.

Audio: https://soundgasm.net/u/comealot/Red

Perspective

I can see you but I can’t see me, not unless I look at my reflection in a mirror. But is that tired old face I see really me? I’d rather see my reflection as I gaze into your eyes. I am all alone. It is through you that I live. You are my mirror. Your face smiles at the sight of me. My ego lives through your perception of me, so easily bruised by every word that comes out of your mouth. I am an empath. Your thoughts of me become my thoughts of myself. I am now on life support. Refusing to take another breath until you infuse my lungs with your life saving breath. Will you save me today? I can’t wait, so I breathe.

You don’t know what it’s like being me. How could you? You were busy living your life when I was busy living mine. We have two different life experiences. You have your perspective and then there was me. I am not who you think I am. I am not who you want me to be. I am an elusive spirit released in this ether, a wholesome, loving spirit only you can see. Why? Because you have the perspective. You see the sun shooting through a prism and you see the rainbow, but you also know that in the pure bright light lives all the glorious colors. Like magic you see the sun and the rainbow in me.

But I am blind. I look out and I can’t see me. I cannot observe this lost soul that only you have found. Will you bring me back to life and let me be me? Think back to that special moment. You saw me one day for all I could be, but I missed it. I was too busy looking into your eyes and falling in love with you, your inner spirit, a bright light, a warm heart. I was blinded by your beauty. I could see you, just like you could see me.

You can only run and hide for so long. Eventually you have to fess up and come clean. It’s just a matter of time. I’m convinced you will wake up one morning and become the answer to my prayers, the woman I saw and the woman I want to see, the woman whose body is a distant memory.

I was wondering what magic spell you possessed over me, and then it hit me like a ton of bricks. Eureka! Out of the blue as if some complex mathematical formula was revealed to me, I saw it. I saw your eyes and in your eyes I saw the reflection of me, not a tattered face awash in pleasure. No, I saw something else. It was the timing that made all the difference in the world. I was inside of you and I saw my pleasure on your face. And you moved your hips and you saw your pleasure on my face. And just as fast you’re your feelings merged with mine, the pleasure that turned water into wine, made a chemical reaction, one that can never be reversed, our spirits touched, our inhibitions burst. Yes, you did something you were never supposed to do, something you never did before. But so did I. I bit of the golden apple too. And now, many years later, I want to relive the moment and savor that special moment with you.

But my memories can only live through your perspective. My reminiscing soul can only be saved if you reminisce with me too. Tell me more about the good times, the euphoric moments we created. Tell me you loved it and how much you wish you could do it all over again. And wrap it all up in a priceless present only you can give to me now. Life, love and eternal happiness. How could I be so stupid to have missed it before, and how could I be so insane to think you would do it again. But there is hope.

When I see your face, I not only see who you are, I see the woman you were, the woman who made passionate love to me. I see in your eyes and in the expression on your face the source of my youth and my connection with the human race. I feel lost on an island all alone and only you can save me. You are the only one who has the pure, unadulterated perspective. You see the king in me and I see the queen in you. And only if we could for a moment gaze deeply into each other’s eyes again, I am convinced that the heavens would part and the ecstasy rainbow would come to life in us one more time. Will you let it happen?

Audio: https://soundgasm.net/u/comealot/Perspective