Intersexion

the ghosts of my past tell me to not let go of them they nudge, they prod, they pull me into memories that are warm and welcoming, that leave bitter thoughts that I'd rather not have linger the spirits in the wind tell me to move forward they push, they urge, they move me to new territories that are full and present, that leave sweet longings that I can't even count on my ten fingers I never thought I'd get another chance until I found you  you open me up to wide avenues of  spirit, of Love because it is You, there is no other place I choose to be   Salamat mahal ko, inilatag kita sa bawat hibla ng aking pagkatao, mahal kita sa buong puso ko

I kneel before you and open my Self wide You give me your Water, and I drink from the fountain of Pleasure

Love, After all of this time I just want you to know that your efforts to be with me have not gone unnoticed or unappreciated. It endears me to know that you make an effort to see me and to be with me, whether for a multitude of reasons or for an nth degree of nothing, it does not matter. It shows that you want to be next to me, that you want to look into my green eyes, that you want to feel me at my deepest depths, that you want to give and receive pleasure from a simple human being such as me.  In your extraordinary presence, I am pleased and I am grateful, and I am touched beyond the obvious, all the way down to the subtle. You are my favorite thing. Bisous,   -M  (Jan 3, 2015)

the roughest boys on the playground have the most tender touch and always give me the sweetest kisses  hidden far from the most prying of eyes you are softest on the inside,  and that is more than okay your secret is safe with me

let my mouth go where it wants to to taste the salt of your skin and the savory flesh upon your bone your flavor bursts in my mouth  and tastes like a smorgasbord of delights

The ones I have touched  have never felt a fire as burning hot as mine they fall deep and are consumed by the flames  but they always find a way  to burrow out of the ashes   to be reborn to Love  one more time

the hardest part is letting go;  I spit out your seeds and swallow your pulp I can feel it go down, it used to be so bitter but you left the sweetest taste in my mouth