Muse

One thing we have in common is wanting her to be taken care of, by all means. Only you are not entirely aware of what effectively caring for her entails; hence the dogmatic, one-size-fits-all approach you have been pitching to her regarding traditional gender roles and the qualities you believe she should value in a man. You know, better than I do, the traumas she endured, beginning early on in your lives. At the root of resulting insecurities she battles is an acute fear of abandonment. If you understood her struggles, you would know better than to point her in the direction of a man who is unavailable emotionally and/or unable/unwilling to refrain from straying outside their relationship. Faithfulness,  kindness, patience, respect, and understanding are the qualities that afford her the affirmation and security she values. Protection and provision, for her, envolves more than just physical and financial competence, respectively. The last thing she needs is to be teth...

During times when the devil's shit starts to make sense. When extinguishing your God-given light seems a feasible act. Remember the man you created and the man created for you. Consider the parts of them that would surely die in the absence of your light. Happy 35th... 

I awaken alone in the master bedroom of our new home. Your side of the bed is still warm, a faint trace of cherry-chocolate lingering. Nature's calling, so I'll have to make my way down the hall, to the bathroom. Stepping into the hallway, I'm overwhelmed by the aroma coming from downstairs, I mean if God's love had a scent... Suddenly, I can't decide which yearning is more intense; the emptying of my bladder or the filling of my stomach. I don't even remember descending the stairs, after relieving myself. I stop at the kitchen entrance to admire you in all your glory; rhythmic, graceful, sensually poetic. You're still bottomless and it's all but obvious to me that you're wearing nothing under your favorite rose-red, Egyptian-cotton cardigan, which happens to belong to me. Reminded of last night's delicious rendezvous, yet another yearning seizes power over me. Despite wearing earbuds and my effort to remain unnoticed, you aren't startled by ...

 The feel was that of being a visitor in one's own home. Four walls equally as foreign to me as they were comforting and safe. Walls housing two hearts; one being responsible for sustaining my life, the other, essential to fulfilling my life's purpose. Hearts temporarily betrayed by desires of the very flesh to which they are so vital.  Overwhelmed... I arrived of the mindset to refrain, but, in hindsight, my will never stood a chance against such ethereal sexual chemistry. Intoxicated and instantaneously an addict, I needed that togetherness in the same way I need my next breath. Though I could not have gotten any closer in proximity, the yearning to be even closer never ceased to exist.  Somewhere in the stars that night, it was written that a line would be crossed and subsequently love would transcend mere carnal desire. 

I wake up to a cool breeze caressing my face and the calming sound of a light rain outside my ajar window. It's 3:34 in the morning and all is still in the apartment, save for my wandering mind. Lying straight back, I close my eyes, and expose my semi-erect penis to tranquil air and darkness. I'm now envisioning us lounging on a couch in front of a television set to which we couldn't possibly be paying any less attention. I'm sitting upright while you're lying on your side, against me. One of your arms is behind my back, your head is resting just under my chest. For the past half-hour, our conversation has been light-hearted, comforting, even philosophical. This despite your fondling my now fully-erect, exposed penis, your breasts threatening to spill out of your blouse onto my lap, and my hand circling over your bare ass and the small of your back. Suddenly, three tap kisses are seductively placed, by you, along the shaft of my manhood, bringing the conversation to...