Loves Challenges us to wonder

a man's view on love

Close your eyes and be still, Let me lay my hand on your silent heart; let me wake it from its slumber. Let me speak whispers in your ear, let me profess my love; in short sweet breaths. Let me ease my hand across your shoulders and let me softly kiss the neap of your neck.  I feel the nervous quiver in your veins; let your hands ease to mine, let me ease your fears. Feel my heart beat, let it speak to you in unspoken words; look into my eyes and see the spark that you ignite, See the truth that lay in my eyes.  Let me ease my lips to yours and quench my thirst.  

 

Fall to me, and surrender to my assault of my heart; let us weave the fibers of our hearts between our two hearts, let the heat build and consume are willing hearts. Let us get lost in the embrace, let us lose track of the time. For this moment will be stamped and savored in our minds. I will hold you safe secure in my arms and comfort your fallen heart, never to let you fall, for you have stolen mine. Let your skin rest upon mine; let us whisper the thoughts that still dance and play in our hearts and minds. Let me be your champion, let me shelter you from the rain, Let me be the comfort in your pain, let me be your equal, your partner. Let us share in our lives down life’s unknowing journey and play in the game.     

 

Nothing is sweeter then when I see you in the early dawn, when Sunlight that peaks through window shades shines off your naked body by my side, under sheets; you cling to me in comfort, to memorize the sound of my heart beat. To wake with your soft skin next to mine, is a most memorable moment. Right next to that moment, when you find a shirt of mine and wear it like a religion; because it holds the essence of my presence within its threads. Know this my sweet that we (men) may not say the words that flow through are minds, but when you catch me looking at you in a daze, I'm realizing at the moment you are my world, and that I'm weaker and stronger for it. Fear is what keeps us from saying the words, because that moment is too great to risk the loss or change of what is now, what is perfect. Words would cheapen it; I’m a coward not to say it out loud but I’m also a fool because they are the words you need, and long to hear from my lips. It’s a weakness that makes me wonder if I’m any good for you