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.



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?


Love Mirror

I see you. Can you see me? I love you. Do you love me? I want you. I need you. I have to have you. Do you have to have me too? You are my mirror of love. Oh, won’t you please make love to me so I can make love to you too?

I want to be close to you. Do you want to be close to me? I feel you. Do you feel me? Every day I look for you, I long for your warm embrace. Every day I am thankful to hear from you. I get so excited by your soulful touch and your sexy voice. You mean more to me that anyone else in this world. I am hooked on you. I need more and more of you to feel alive. Only because you know how to please me is this depth of attraction and emotion intimacy possible. Can you feel our closeness too?

Say it. Tell me. Your wish is my command. I want to do more and more for you. I want you to be happy, because you make me feel so happy too. I have allowed myself to depend on you to feel complete. Will you allow yourself to depend on me too?

Immerse yourself in pleasure. Feel every strand of ecstasy I give you every day. I wish for you to have more pleasure than you have ever had before. It is not me and my love that makes it possible, or is it? Is it my longing for the pleasures you give me when I hear about the pleasures I give you? Who knows? Maybe that is it. Maybe that is the secret ingredient in this love for love relationship. Yes, you love me. And I love you more and more and more.

You are too far away for me to give you a hug and a kiss. Our special long-distance relationship makes it difficult at times to feel closeness in this physical world. But we have something more, something stronger and more lasting. Something more complete. As above, so below. As below, so above. As our spiritual world corresponds with our snippet of physical reality, we must pack and cram every ounce of love into every message we send.

Feel it. Let yourself go. Let yourself fly into this world of heavenly bliss. Share it. Give me all your loving baby. Tell me how much you want me and need me and how you want so much more. Ask for it. Demand it. Tell me what to do to make your life complete. That is the least I can do for you because I can never do enough to repay you for the way you make me feel. Oooh. I feel so good right now, so damn good!

You are so predictable. I’m guaranteed thrills and chills from every interaction. My pulse quickens and my heart skips a beat in anxious anticipation of my love potion from you. You make me so hot I can feel my blood boil. When I hear your voice, every part of me longs for our souls to touch. I feel so close to you. I feel so much love from you. I feel so much love for you. Are you the mirror of my love?

I continue to be pleasantly surprised as I discover more about you and your wants and desires, yet there is still so much that I’d like to know. One day will I see your face? Will I see your milky boobs and every inch of your beautiful body? I get excited at the thought of spending more time with you because our time together helps me to learn even more about you. And the more things you like, the more things I like. Already, I’m learning that we have so much in common. Yes, you are the mirror to my soul. I enjoy the little snippets of pleasure we share in each and every sexy encounter. Like I wet dream, I hope it will never end. I hope you will always be my friend. I hope you will reflect the joy I feel for you in my heart and take us to our pinnacle of release as we come to our pleasure palace together.  I can see you now. My love mirror.

Let Me Know

Yes, I confess, I miss your voice and I miss your moans and groans too. I miss the way you dance for me and the way you shake your sexy hips. I miss you jiggling your breasts and your seductive smile and the way you pucker your lips. Can I have you now? Will you be mine tonight? Please, come on to me and do it once again. Make love to me so I can relive the warm feeling I felt so deep inside, a feeling only you can bring with your sweet, sexy love.

If only I could turn back the hands of time, I would go back to that special moment when I first saw you say yes with your face. I want to again see the look you gave me when you welcomed me to make love to you. Please bring it back. Do it again. Please.

I didn’t know what I had until it was gone. Why haven’t I heard from you lately? Where have you been? Did I do something wrong? Come back baby. Come back and smile for me now.

Surprise me with your pretty voice and talk to me once again. Tell me how you miss me too, as if I was your long lost friend. Say those words again, it doesn’t take too much to get me all hot and bothered. I would do anything for you, yes for you, just to spend one more moment with you, yes with you. When you’re hot and horny and when you miss me too. Listen to my voice and my moans and groans. Mmmm. Can you hear me and feel my love in your heart? Are you tingling like me and feeling my love in your private parts?

You may wonder why I keep writing to you when I know you don’t share the same feelings. I guess it’s only because I find myself thinking about you so much of the time and I don’t know what else to do about it. I dream about the times we could have and it makes me get so excited. I just can’t seem to get you out of my mind. It feels so damn good!

I honestly wish I wouldn’t spend so much time thinking about you in this way, but seeing your smile and the way you make me feel brightens my every day. It gets me so excited and hard and ready for a roll in the hay.  Yes baby, do it. Give it to me. Do it for me now!

I don’t want to be a nuisance and a pain in the butt and I will try to keep my feelings in check as best I can. And maybe you’re not at a stage in your life to consider a “friendship” with me. I will respect your wishes and try to contain myself as best I can. I only ask one thing of you in return. Just this one thing. The very moment you are ready to respond to these kinds of feelings from me, would you please let me know? Please send me a letter, a pic or a vid and let your feelings show.


I love the look in your eyes. You see what is. I saw what had passed. Now I can see the goal. A love that lasts. How could I have missed it before? Oh, well, I guess I’m not that smart after all, not as smart as I used to be. In the past I could have seen right through your half-hearted admonitions, as you remind me again of your lust for life and your long-lost inhibitions. I must be losing my sight in my sunset, in my old age.

But you are only as old as you feel and I’m feeling quite young today, because I finally figured out what was meant to be. That goal. Our goal. This mastermind experience has nothing to do with the interactions of the past it has all to do with our love for the future, our forever love that lasts and lasts.

Of course you are right in everything you say. Some things aren’t meant to be, well some things just aren’t going to happen today. I’m going to bed thinking about you and I hope you will keep thinking about me too. What was is in the past, distant memories to call upon for time to time. Memories that remind us of our younger days, our puppy love, our own naivete.

We are in the sunrise of a new beginning, like a Phoenix rising high out of a burning bright fire, our love with spark again and fuel a new desire. A desire for peace and tranquility and a life with no more drama. A life full of giving and living and a new experience of true love. Love knows no bounds. You can do it if you want to. You can experience it if you care to. Just do it again. Say it again. Say one more time what you truly want and desire and you dream will come true.

Yes, everything is how it always was, and how it always will be. After the sunset comes darkness and then comes another sunrise for you and me. Recycled words, recycled thoughts, the dreams of yesterday turned into the blessings of tomorrow. And grace from above opens our hearts and love drowns out our every sorrow.

Do me a favor and try it again, speak truth to me once more. Open your mouth, say those magic words, teach me how to love again. It seems like I am destined to be your student and not your master. But don’t get too far above yourself because something you never expected will happen. No matter how far you travel and how remote you might be, my love will find its way into your heart. For that is where I choose to live my life of good times not forgotten.

Do you really want to focus on becoming a better person and seeking your higher self? Did you forget our master’s command about loving one another? You have served others your entire life and given generously of yourself. You have sacrificed for others and put your life on hold to nurture and raise up those around you. Now it’s time to accept that somethings were meant to transition into a higher level.

Wake up and smell the coffee. Speak into the mike, speak the truth, your words are not falling on deaf ears. You can turn things around and lift up the spirits of those around you. And when it comes to me and my imperfect expressions of love, don’t just read what I write but try to see what I meant to say. I only want what’s best and for you a brighter day. I only want a life of peace and happiness for all to see. And as I look into our eyes, beyond the sunset to a sunrise, I want to feel the glow of someone who has seen the light and whose communication is positive and inspirational.

Please don’t punish and abandon me for being who I am. I am but a servant of God cast in the image of the great I am. When you have your conversations with God, put in a good word for me too. And I will tell Him how good you are and how blessed I am to spend one more moment with you.

No, memories aren’t enough. We cannot stand still nor live in the past. We must join hands in perfect harmony and share the purest love, a spiritual love, a love that will forever last.



Oh my love. Please be kind. Please be patient. I am just learning how to make love to you. Teach me well. Tell me what you want, your innermost desires. I want you to be happy. I want you to feel fulfilled. I want you to feel the love I have for you today.

If only I could see you naked, I would know what to say. No, maybe not. I would just gawk at your outer beauty. Your lips, your breasts, your sweet, succulent womanhood, begging me to come closer for a whiff and a taste. Hmmm. But I know my dreams will never be.

Yet, I can see you now, through the windows of your soul, as I knock on the door of your heart, begging to let me in. As I peer into your eyes, seeing the richness of your spirit, feeling alive, feeling at home, feeling as if I could stay here forever.

But time is short, this day is made for you and me, but tomorrow is promised to know one. Yes, please be patient, but don’t procrastinate. Don’t put off till tomorrow what you can do today. Shower me with your love. Make my life complete. If only for a minute, feed me with your love as I lay my gift of love at your feet.

Tease me. Touch me. Console me. Remind me of the heavens above, the Nirvana we can see in our love, here and now, on this glorious day. Show me the beauty of the flowers of love, blooming inside of you, making you wet in secret places my lips will never touch.

The rain is coming. I need it to nourish the seeds of love planted in our hearts. Words of love. Our seeds of love. Oh how I wish to hear those magic love triggers, whispered ever so softly, brought to wondrous life by your kind and soothing voice. My words of love. My thoughts, feelings and emotions, brought to life to dance with delight in the recesses of my soul. My love knows no bounds.

Who am I to ask for so much, yet to you it must be so little. You have wished for this day when you could share your love in such a kind and caring way. Feed me, nourish me, infuse me with your spirit. Make me whole again. Make me hard again. Take me inside of you and make me one with you. I am yours, if only for this minute, while you listen to my voice and all the love I’ve packed up in it.

Please accept this small token of my appreciation. For everything you’ve given me already, and for all you are about to do. Caress me. Nurture me. Give freely what I need and what I so earnestly desire. Write to me. Talk to me. Be with me today. As I see your face, I can taste your lips. You set my heart on fire.


Is it time yet?

They say time heals all wounds, but does it? I am still in pain from a broken heart. It doesn’t take much to shatter my soul. It’s not your fault. You didn’t do anything. You just didn’t respond. But that’s OK. I can take it. Or can I? Are you ready for me to ease back into your life? Is it time yet?

We sat by the fire and slowly undressed. We watched the wood sparkle and crackle and made love in our own special way. I followed you into the bedroom. I will never forget that day. I never expected it to feel so good. But you took your time and I took my time and what seemed like forever, exploded into so many orgasms for you and me. Is it allowed? Can we talk about the times we had together? Those lovely times when time stood still and we made love over and over again until we had enough.

They say absence makes the heart grow fonder. Are you fond for me yet? My love for you still burns in my heart like a timeless fire of unbearable heat and desire. I miss you. I want you back in my life. As I sing this song for your love on bended knee, what can I say? What can I do? Will you ever grace me with your presence again?

Take me back, please. Don’t leave me here all alone. I feel half the man I used to be, helpless as I bare my heart to you. Like a baby whose mother pulled her sweet, succulent nipple away, I cry for you now.

I know we did not split under the best of circumstances, but what difference does that make today? Can we put it all behind us and start out fresh? Can we forget the pain and let it pass? I can. Can you? Is it time yet?

Let’s make tomorrow a brighter day. Think about it. Wouldn’t it be nice to share your inner most feelings with me again? I miss the way you listened to my innermost desires and gave them life. I want you back into my life!

Why should I suffer a minute longer? Then again, maybe the love we had was never meant to be. Maybe we took a bite of the forbidden fruit and did something we weren’t supposed to do. Maybe we didn’t stop when we should have. Maybe we went too far, too fast, and in the blink of an eye shared the essence of life. It felt good to me. Did it feel good to you too? Are your panties wet yet?

Every once in a while, I am reminded of something you used to say. What was it again? It’s on the tip of my tongue, or maybe it has been forgotten and lost forever. I don’t know. Let it burn. Let it go. Leave the past in the past. Get on with your life. Good bye.

How could your last bye be good in anyway? Is it time yet? Things change over time. Maybe in this moment you are ready to feel my love again. Maybe you will do something special for me and say something nice to me. Will you play with your toys and dedicate you next orgasm to me?

I can see it now. Yes, a brighter day will be here soon. Like the clouds pass on a rainy day and the sun shines bright again, my love for you will find true life in the words you write back to me. I can see your words mending my broken heart and making me whole again.

Audio version:

Feed Me

We live within one another. We live for one another. I long for your love. I long for the sounds I hear when I reach out and touch your soul.

What happens when a tree falls in a forest and there is no one to hear it? Does it make a sound?

When I hear from you, I feel alive. When I can touch your soul and hear your pleasure, I am alive.

Yes, I just want attention. What would it be like if every day I made a sound and no one heard me and responded? No “you’re welcome” when I say thank you.

Without your response, I would never know if I touched your heart. I would never know if I touched your soul.

How do authors do it? How can I spend hours writing a book, expecting someone to read it but never knowing, never hearing the cries, never seeing the smiles, or even the scowls of disgust?

The silence is deafening. I have not heard from you. Your joy and encouragement is the ingredient in the secret sauce that’s missing from my life. Feed me, feed me please!

Can you hear me? What else can I do to get your attention? Like a patient in a hospital room, they gave me a red button to push to touch your heart, but when I push the button no one comes. When I call for my loved one, for you, my beloved, no one comes. Do you hear the words coming out from my heart? Can you hear my love for you in my voice?

No one comes. No one fed my lovesick heart today. Without sun and water, everything dies. We can adapt to live on less water and survive, but eventually, with no water, everything dies.

Talk to me, quench my thirst. Help me to thrive. Help me to stay alive. Feed your loved one a sliver of life. Feed me your voice. Feed me your love.

If a baby cries for his mother’s love and she hears him but ignores him, will he still survive? He screams louder and louder and eventually cries himself to sleep. And when he wakes, he hopes and prays for his mother’s voice.

I woke up today crying your name. Speak to me. Console me. Lift my spirits. You are the wind beneath my wings. Help me to fly. Help me to feel alive again, for one more moment, for one more day. Without your love and inspiration, I am nothing, just another starving baby crying for his mother’s love.


Crazy Love

I’m not stupid. I wasn’t born yesterday. The facts speak for themselves. I know I can’t be your lover. I know you already have a man. You already have someone to love, but can you still love me? Like a son who shares his mother’s love with his siblings, can I share your love with another?

I surrender. I give up. I give in. I accept the things to which fate binds us. Some things just weren’t meant to be.

As I lay strewn across the table in OR, awaiting the end of this complex operation, you still have a role to play, you still have a part in this movie called life. Will you love me, even though you can’t be my wife?

I’ve been walking on thin ice and I’ve fallen through. I’m gasping for air and grasping for someone to hold onto. Will you save me? Or will you cast me aside, or will you throw me a lifeline?

Even if you can’t be the attending physician, please assist in this delicate operation. Save me. I can see it now. The mother’s tit pulled away. No more milk. The man dying of thirst from a long trek under the desert sun and all you give is a drop of water, but in your house you have gallons. Will you share? Will you save a dying man with a drop of your unconditional love? Can’t you spare an ounce of compassion?

Mouth to mouth resuscitation. Your lips touch mine as you share your breath and bring me back to life. Maybe for a minute. Maybe for an hour. You give me just enough breath to sustain me until I can breathe on my own again. Deep breath. Deep breath. I can feel something happening. I can feel my spirit coming alive again.

You have seen the light. You have seen the path to salvation, just past the pit stop of redemption, a holy place I speed by every day. You see the place where there is light, but why are you afraid to help me and bring me there? You feel so close I can touch you, yet like a star twinkling in the midnight sky, your love glows brightly, yet you are so far away.  Yes. I give up. I surrender. I don’t want to be a burden any longer. But where there is love there is life. Love one another.

Show me how to love you. I can’t love you like my mother. You can’t nourish me and let me suck on your tit. You can’t love me and be my Juliet. But can you fill my ears with words of wisdom with your sweet, soothing voice? Can you sing me a song of love and forbidden bliss? You are the woman of my dreams. The woman I will always miss.

I’m not stupid, but I must be crazy. Crazy in love with you. I must be insane, to think for a moment that you would gift me your love with the sound of your voice, a sound that would relieve my stress and frustration forever. Just say the right words and feed me your love potion one more time. Reach out to me and lend me a hand. Lead me back to a world of peace and tranquility, to the place where you live without me. Take me in and feed me your love, one more time, if only for one last moment.

No matter what you do and no matter how you share your love from the depths of your soul, just remember that any love you give will be a blessing from above, more than I deserve and more than I already have. Say the words to lift my soul and bring me back from the world of the lost and forgotten.  Fill me with your love and bring me back to life with renewed vim and vigor. There are so many words that you can say that would heal the holes in my heart. Think about what you can say, think about what you can do, it will be a worthwhile endeavor. Send me your love, your crazy love, and I will be yours forever.


All My Love

Your lips are so sweet and soft and succulent. Every time I see your face I want to kiss and hug and hold you. Why am I so addicted to your love? I don’t deserve you. You are too good to me. I give you so little and you give me so much. Am I a fool to love you so?

Open your eyes and see me. I long for you. I need you. I can’t live without you. Can you feel my voracious appetite for your love? I have so little to offer yet I need so much from you. If only I had more for you. If only I could satisfy your every need.

You are not alone. You have me. I am yours. I want you. Are you mine too? Do something special for me. Do me a small favor. Remove the veil that hides your face. Send me pics and vids I can savor. Again, I ask for more than you can give. I want to see you. I want to be with you. Do you want to be with me too?

Love knows no bounds. Love will free both you and me. Love is where we find the bright future of our tomorrows. Oh, how I am so blinded by the light of your love. Will you satisfy my every desire and set my heart on fire with your love?

You can do it. You can give me more. Just do it. Just let yourself fall into my arms and let me catch you. Let me hold you and hug you and kiss you. Can you feel my love? The sweet aroma of a beautiful red rose fills my heart with your love. Can you hear me loving you? Can you hear the sound of me making love to you?

Just as God makes every flower unique, just like no two snowflakes can be the same, you are unique and different from any other woman I have ever known. Beauty is in the eye of the beholder. I see beauty in you. Can you see beauty in me?

Our lives flow together in a rhythm, in and out, up and down, you come closer and then you fade further away. Yes, the spirit of our love lives on between us. Give it to me. Give me what I need. Give me every ounce of your love. I want to sing praises to your love with every breath I take and with every sound I make. Oh, how I love you so. Are you hooked on my love too?

Now it is time to go all the way. Trust is the secret ingredient missing from our first step into this life of a long term commitment. No pain, no gain. You must take that first step and open up everything in your life to me. No secrets. No shyness. No more delays. Now is the time to go all the way. Don’t worry. You won’t regret it. It will make you feel so good as if you woke up from a drunken stupor. You will feel alive again. You will be alive again. Love knows no bounds.

I give you my magic potion once again. Touch it, taste it and feel it. Touch yourself once again. You know how to feel the sensation all over your body. Can you feel the sense of urgency in my voice? That is because we are not promised tomorrow, we have to do it today, yet love endures forever.

Everything flows out and in; everything has its tides; all things rise and fall. Yes, our love endures forever. Come closer. Come closer to me. Hear my breath as I breathe sweet nothings into your ear. Hear me whisper my wishes to you. Pics and vids baby. Send me pics and vids. I need your voice baby. And I need your pics and vids. That is how you must show your love for me. That is why you must send your pics and vids to me.

Yes, when you send your recordings along with your pics and vids, I get to receive your love in our own special way. I get to bask in the glory of the forever graces of one who cares for me as someone special and for this I am especially honored and deeply thankful – but more than this, you let me love you with my words and my body and my soul and for that, my love, that is where the profoundest, most liberating joy is to be found in my life. And for that I will continue to send my letters to you. Hoping I can put into words enough of my love and longing for you as humanly possible.

For when I am in the act of loving you with my words, it is as though I am in a trance ready to explode with the spirit of your love. I can only hope that you too get to experience this extraordinary wonder. I can only hope that you will feed my voracious appetite for your love and give me all of your love. Like a woman surrenders her virginity to her first love, I hope you will answer my pleas and satisfy my deepest desires. As you give so shall you receive. To whom much is given, much is expected.

Today I give you all my love.