Relax, I know what you’re thinking before you even thought of it. I can smell your curiosity from across the table, I can taste your fear like a cougar to a deer. You’re wondering if it’s possible I could be your lover or better yet your man, but your thoughts are telling you I would be someone intimate to you that’s incomprehensible to understand. Excuse my peculiar ways, and I apologize for analyzing you without your consent.
But why is your heart so heavy? You pretend like you’re ready but you’re unprepared and so unaware. Keep fiddling with your hair. I see you for who you really are, but I would never judge you. I know there were others who vowed to you, to love, protect, and provide for you, but failed in the process. I see burning pages of your unwritten memoir and secrets that are too complex to digest. I know what it is like to have your heart broken, rejected, abandoned, left stranded, deserted, and damaged without understanding; the time lost, devastating pain beyond expanding. I can easily comprehend your pain, as if it was written on your face.
I make you forget about your past and start with a clean slate. Close the curtains and drapes, now that’s fine. You ask what I want? I want a woman unlike all women, my equal, my muse. I take you as you are. I’ll bleed for you, I’ll love you for your sadness, and your passion, your rage and your infinite luxurious ugliness. I lick your sins away, and slurp the depression off of your clitoris, and let my tongue stir the juice that leaks from your body. I will kill all your fears, and quench all of your doubts. With you, I’ve found a kind of elation. You flatter me with your pain.
I see us dancing in the back of the moon next to a lagoon, staring off to distant galaxies, touching your hair as you touch my lips. As you turn and look and smile at me, I sense when you need attention and when you need your distance. I feel when you need affection and when you need direction or correction. Let me take care of the direction, there will be no misconceptions, neglecting deception and disconnections. No losses, just lessons, as long as we are forever one.
You are mine, and I am yours. Like the number 11, you’re my reflexion🌹