#thatpointinlife

[doubletwoshoes]

[iiammyownhero]

He Asked...

He asked me what my kind of love was. And like always I didn't wanna tell him. I didn't want to have one more person who didn't understand to take a sip from my cup.

But then I wished to paste into reality a feeling that makes me shake from inside out. I think it was more for me to find out then to tell him. I felt prepared to sit through this course. 

And so I began... my kind of love was understanding. It was to kiss my man and on his lips taste every other mouth that has trailed it. It burns my tongue to feel those traces. But I will look up to him and ask if his journey was long and tiring. For in that one kiss I have felt the taste of longing for a home. I will run my fingers over his jaw and tell him he can finally take off that jacket, it is already warm here. I will help him untie his laces and pull his shoes off for the land is soft here. I will show him that he is finally home and he is safe here. He belongs and can be the core of the very being he is.

My kind of love is infinite. It makes my insides tremble to even imagine this kind of love could exist. My kind of love wants to hold his hands and walk him to see his better being. To rejoice every scar that strengthens his skin. To sight every beauty spot as the wonders of his body. It is to sliver line our dreams and let them entwine to strive for a wholeness independent in us each and exotic magic when together.

My kind of love is adventure, new paths and architecture forming on a daily bases. It is the moulding and remaking. Growing and strengthening of us with us and in terms with this world and beyond.

My kind of love is a passionate crime embedded with lust in the dirtiest essence of the word. It is to uncage the beast in him and then to aggravate it. It is purely physical, wanting, harsh, hungry, loud, rough. My kind of love is to venture further than far.

My kind of love is gentle and needing to touch his outline. It is to run my fingers all over him, everywhere, as if I closed my eyes and had to memorize him to make a picture. My kind of love is a connection where just a blink could rage waves in him... just a glance telling a million words. My love is beyond any understanding.

My kind of love is divine. It demands our souls to unravel and our spirits to finally explode into flames - bright, warm, alive. It is to spectate and express ourselves bare. It is a sanctuary for us.

My kind of love is a small house with a happy family. Smiles, respect and support. It is a combination of friendship and morals. It is giggles and chuckles and moments that is the universe showing off its finest skills.

My love is complex in its simplicity.

But my love being so will only accept a love that would stand at par with it.